When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

I don’t often know who should read what book. It’s a little bit like trying to set people up on a date - a good match is unpredictable and mysterious.

It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.