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.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

I guess maybe you don’t get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.