Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.
You're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.
But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?
He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.