Are you OLD?" "No. I'm only twelve. But I've been that for a long time.

For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli's eyes. And what he saw was...himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love." (Let the Right One In)

This wasn't the way he had expected his life to be. It worked, but that was about all. Happiness had got lost somewhere along the way.

What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.

But then, it's probably different when you're young.

He had put his hand up in class, a declaration of existence, a claim that he knew something. And that was forbidden to him. They could give a number of reasons for why they had to torment him; he was too fat, too ugly, too disgusting. But the real problem was simply that he existed, and every reminder of his existence was a crime.

Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.