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

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

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

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.

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

There’s people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not backing down from it. I’m not going home until it’s complete.