“A monster?"Yeah, And it was cleaning my sweater!"Oh, yeah, lucky you were there, we can't have Monsters running around the perseve Washing Sweaters!”

“We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.”

“He looked into her face and tossed her sweater on the floor. "I thank God you walked out of my memory and into my life.”

“You’re worse than those bikers,” she spat, her body tense and coiling, ready to attack. “At least they knew they were monsters. You’re pathetic! You’re a monster who imagines he’s something else.”

“I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.”

“He was the monster that no one thought to look for in the light of day. It was a common mistake. People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety - like light - is a facade. Underneath, the whole world is drenched in darkness.”

“no demon can posses you if you maintain the ability to turn and laugh at it”