“You're like rottweilers - they protect you from burglars, but nothing protects you from them.”

“Even if you were Hannibal Lecter himself, around here you're nothing special.”

“Real monsters eat you from the inside out.”

“You're like a doll I had when I was a kid. She was all stiched together and her head kept falling off, but I loved that doll. That's what you look like. Like somebody just loved you to death.”

“But what was the point of love if it didn't keep people from leaving you?”

“The rain hung from his earlobes like delicate jewelry.”

“How did you get out of the suicide door?" Her disbelief was a living, pettable thing."Magic."Her eyes narrowed. "There is no magic.""Maybe not for you. But I'm from out of town.”