“Sound filled the room, a crystal melody that could lift any human heart and turn away any devil.It was "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake.”

“He's made a mistake in coming here tonight. He'd wanted to see a room filled with ruffly knickknacks and lacy gewgaws. A room like any other, to indicate that she was a woman like any other.”

“You haven’t locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?”I rolled my eyes and began walking again. “No Daemon, but thanks for making sure I’m mentally sound and all.”

“I have always swung back and forth between alienation and relatedness. As a child, I would run away from the beatings, from the obscene words, and always knew that if I could run far enough, then any leaf, any insect, any bird, any breeze could bring me to my true home. I knew I did not belong among people. Whatever they hated about me was a human thing; the nonhuman world has always loved me. I can't remember when it was otherwise. But I have been emotionally crippled by this. There is nothing romantic about being young and angry, or even about turning that anger into art. I go through the motions of living in society, but never feel a part of it. When my family threw me away, every human on earth did likewise.”

“You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.”

“If you fill your head with positive thoughts, there won't be any room left for negative ones.”