“It is a hundred-year-old witch book, bound in human skin and probably written in ancient cum...YOU lick it!”

“Do you realize that anything you can do in your lifetime will be meaningless a hundred years from now?" she says.”

“I don’t ex­pect you to un­der­stand,” Adam says. “You’re still the eight-​year-​old sit­ting in school, sit­ting in church, be­liev­ing ev­ery­thing you’re told. You re­mem­ber pic­tures in books. They planned how you’d live your whole life. You’re still asleep.”

“These old people. These human ruins.”

“In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.”

“If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.”

“(...) We're not here to witness anything. We're witch-hunters.”