I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

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

I can’t help feeling a little bit competitive and a little bit disappointed in myself that I’m already so far behind. After all, Yulikova thinks Barron has a real future with the Bureau. She told me so. I told her that sociopaths are relentlessly charming. I think she figured I was joking.

Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.

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

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That's gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.