Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.

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

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

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

Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.