She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

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

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.