Oh," the girl said, shaking her head. "Don't be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is, young shade? Power. Power and choice. Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world. Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better. They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls. Even as we curse monsters, we admire them. Seek to become them, in some ways." Her eyes became distant. "There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.

Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that, your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.

You predicted quick victory. Now it’s going to get hopelessly complicated. Jesus, don’t you know any better than that by now?

Ignorance is more than bliss, it's freaking orgasmic ecstacy!