Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

Sometimes the monsters are real, Anita. Sometimes they’re real and the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster.' - Chang Bibi to Anita

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.