In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

Memories can bring comfort to the old and infirm, but memories can also be implacable foes, a malicious army of temporal ghosts forever pillaging the long-sought-after peace of our twilight years.

It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

Please, do not leave me, Will Henry. I would not survive it. You were nearly right. What Mr. Kendall was, I am always on the brink of becoming. And you - I do not pretend to know how or even why - but you pull me back from the precipice. You are the one... You are the one thing that keeps me Human.

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.