“He looks at you like...like you're something to eat.”
“He looks at you like you're the only person in the room. Like he's trapped underwater and you're an oxygen tank. Like he's in anaphylactic shock and you're an EpiPen.”
“If you're looking for something more in life, you're likely to find it in something less.”
“Would you like something to eat?" I ask.He nods slowly. "Yes. You." he murmurs.”
“Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.”
“No, it's the way he looks at you, like you're the centre of his universe.”