“But I wasn't human anymore. And I wasn't as afraid of them as I once was. I was part of their world now, part of the darkness.”

“Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.”

“I wasn't built for running away from monsters. I wanted desperately to run toward them--track them down, kill them. Luckily, I was used to restraining myself, used to acting human even when I wasn't, and the human part of my brain reminded me that right now, preternatural beasties weren't exactly my primary concern. Someone had made a strong attempt at killing me this morning....”

“I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.”

“I didn't want to be part of some trend. I wasn't doing this for a fashion statement”

“This sadness wasn't a huge part of me--I wasn't remotely depressed--but still, it was like a stone I carried in my pocket. I always knew it was there. [p. 179]”