Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.

Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me." "You have just defined the very thing you denied.

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

I stare at her. I've always known that it's impossible to argue with Belinda, not because she's particularly good at it, but because she's so bad at it- that there is no common ground to work from. She simply sees the world she wants to see it and no amount of logic can change her mind.