And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

You be as angry as you need to be,” she said. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard.

And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.