You are more dangerous than daybreak.
When you don’t know what you’re searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.
He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
I thought you needed to be tougher. But I’ve been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn’t the kind of protecting that anybody wants.
There’s people who do things and people who never do – who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not backing down from it. I’m not going home until it’s complete.
Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.
Lie until even you believe it – that’s the real secret of lying.
Death’s favorites don’t die.
After that, she wasn’t sure what the game was or if she’d imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.
We all wind up drawn to what we’re afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.
She knew she shouldn’t feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.
Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.
Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.
I haven’t had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone’s dead and my root beer’s gone.
Every hero is the villain of his own story.
You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he’s done, or come to like it too much.
Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. “I saw your mother’s trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you’re just like her.” “If I was, I would make you beg to blow me,” I sneer.
To remind me, pain is the best teacher.