She suddenly understood why she had let him kiss her in the diner, why she had wanted him at all. She wanted to control him. He was every arrogant boyfriend that had treated her mother badly. He was every boy that told her she was too freaky, who had laughed at her, or just wanted her to shut up and make out. He was a thousand times less real than Roiben.

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.

I like all the things that make you monstrous.

It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.