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.

It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

Sheep can befriend a hungry wolf only for briefly.

...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.