Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

Yesterday when we went over the plan again and again, I never thought about Grandad showing up. Because I'm an idiot, basically--an idiot with poor planning skills. Of course he's here. Where else would he be? Seriously, what else could go wrong?

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?