She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

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?