“No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you." "It's part of being a 'good' family. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.”
“There are skeletons in everyone's closet, things no one ever wants the world to discover.”
“You think I'm a part of the Magicus Mundi?""You are telling me you're not? That being the new Lilith means nothing? That it's a human thing?""It's the quintessential human thing," Sylvie said. "The ability to say fuck you.”
“Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.”
“And, well, that's my story," I said. "I'm sorry that it's so, you know. Retarded.”
“He shrugged. "The same as any other. It's a way to make people feel better about themselves. Everyone likes feeling special. Being part of an elite group is a way to do that." "But you weren't part of it?" "No need. I already know I'm special.”