You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

"Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.