“That boy made me realize, for a while at least, that my parents were wrong, and I didn't have to be like them.”

“She didn't say anything—at least, not with her mouth. Her eyes told me a different story. The only problem was that they each had a thousand tongues talking, each in a language I didn't speak.”

“That boy is still here...He's just waiting for that girl to come back”

“How you, a weak boy caught in the middle of a storm, both in reality and metaphorically, would risk your life to save some girl—some girl who tortured you, ignored you, destroyed you.”

“I never left because a part of me will always be in that house...”

“I'm going to enjoy this.”“What?” I asked. “Hell?”

“Love gives you the strength to face an army, vampire or human...Love gives you a reason to press on through the storm. Love helps you think clearly and follow the clues ahead, if you know where they lead.”