You have to be careful who you meet. You can't unmeet them.

The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I've seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.

Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

You have to be careful who you meet. You can't unmeet them.