“What kind of life would that be, to build up so much love for a person who cared so little for you?”

“I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.”

“You know, people thought it was so sad that I gave up so much to take care of Emmy, but it wasn't sad. It was love, it was life.”

“I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.”

“Fearless love looks like this: I don't care what you think of me, there is a God in heaven who loves you so much that you won't care who I am; by the time you meet Him.”

“What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?”