“If you can't get your freak on to make little Keepers, then how are there so many of you?”

“If you close your emotions off so the bad stuff can't get in. You make it so the good stuff can't get in either.”

“Life is so freaking hard. How do people do it? How do people get up every day and deal with the shit? It really makes you understand why there are so many messed-up people in the world. I mean, it's tough, trying to deal with demands coming at you from all sides.”

“When you little, you only get asked two questions, what’s your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.”

“The Screelings are loose and the Keeper may win.His assassins have come to rip off your skin.Golden eyes will see you if you try to run.The screelings will get you and laugh like it's fun.Walk away slow or they'll tear you apart,and laugh all day long as they rip out your heart.Golden eyes will see you if you try to stand still.The screelings will get you, for the Keeper they kill.Hack 'em up, chop 'em up, cut 'em to bits,or else they will get you while laughing in fits.If the screelings don't get you the Keeper will try,to reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.Your mind he will flail, your soul he will take.You'll sleep with the dead, for life you'll forsake.You'll die with the Keeper till the end of time.He hates that you live, your life is the crime.The screelings might get you, it says so in text.If screelings don't get you the Keeper is next,lest he who's born true can fight for life's bond.And that one is marked; he's the pebble in the pond.”

“It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing--how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles,' your 'ideals'--and so damned little in the world has changed because of them.”