They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.

There are dog people and cat people.

There’s something about her—Cassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconciling—terrible things. But I have never known anyone like your mother. She is a person without limits—or if she has any, she hasn’t found them yet. She never needs to reconcile anything.

I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

It's the flaw that brings out the beauty.