The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.

More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.

It was as if I had thought all along I was a complete picture and he had revealed I was a puzzle and had taken me apart and put me back together again.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.