The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you, and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.
I’m not a monster. I’m a mother.[to Stephen]
You know this story. The crack of lightning. A mad genius. An unholy creation.The world, of course, remembers the monster, not the man. But sometimes, when you look closely… There’s more to a tale. Sometimes the monster is the man.
Oh, Newt. You never met a monster you couldn’t love.
I’m the monster parents tell their children about at night.
Men do not fear swords, they fear monsters.
Sometimes, it does take a monster to fight a monster.
Monster is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster. We’re just used to being the cat.
