Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.