I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

There are some things more important than physical survival. You gotta be able to look at yourself in the mirror.

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.