“My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal. But normal is one thing I'm not. For one thing, I'M HAVING THESE FEELINGS FOR A CERTAIN ANTISOCIAL WEREWOLF and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—BUT,BETWEEN YOU AND ME, I'M LEANING TOWARD THE WEREWOLF. Not normal. My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently. Definitely not normal. And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying. As far away from normal as it gets.”
“You mean everything to me. You mean more to me than I have the words to explain. Is it normal? Who gives a damn if it's normal? Fuck normal. You and I will never be normal people. If normal means I'm not with you, then I never want to be that man.”
“I want to protect my own happiness. I'm not an angel. I'm just a normal girl.”
“I'm going to be so normal that when people look up normal in the dictionary, my name will be there.”
“With my background and genetic makeup,buddy, you're lucky I'm as normal as I am.(Katra Agrotera)”
“Swimming is normal for me. I'm relaxed. I'm comfortable, and I know my surroundings. It's my home.”