But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

You better get over here with my car,” Grandad says. “Before I call the cops and tell them you stole it.” “Sorry,” I say contritely. Then the rest of what he said sinks in and I laugh. “Wait, did you just threaten me with calling the police? Because that I’d like to see.

She’s an old lady,” Barron says. “And she’s been locked up for years. Let her have some fun. She needs to blow off steam. Seduce old dudes. Lose money at canasta.

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

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.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.