“But you know what? It's not my behavior I'm worried about anymore. It's yours.”

“Sympathy for the spinster. I'm perfectly content, thank you. And I refuse to be defined by my boyfriend. Or lack of. Once you decide not to worry about that stuff anymore, dating and relationships and love and all that, it's like you're free to get on with real life.”

“It's not your fault. You had no way of knowing I'd traded my soul. It's not exactly how I start out conversations. Hi, I'm Kyrian. I have no soul. What about you? (Kyrian)”

“Something's about to end. Or start. I'm not sure. I just know we're not in the middle anymore. It's safer in the middle.”

“You keep talking about ruining something. Why worry about that? We've been ruined for a long time. I'm good in the ruins; it's my hometown.”

“You understand it's not a matter of strategy. I'm not talking about secrets or deceptions. I'm talking about being yourself. If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things the others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.”