“Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)”
“What? It's not my fault I stab all the fanged people. They shouldn't look like Daimons. (Tabitha)I didn't look like a Daimon, but you stabbed me. (Valerius)Yeah, well, you looked like a lawyer so I had to kill you. It was a moral imperative. (Tabitha)”
“Good, bad, they're just words. Who's to decide what is good or bad? In the end, only the consequences matter.”
“No, it's not that they're bad. It's that they're obliged to pretend they're good. They've been brought up to deceive and be cunning, to protect themselves from our society. I don't want to be like that.”
“A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.”
“Money is like manure, its only good if you spread it around.”