There’s one monster who loves you for who you really are. And here he stands. I don’t want to make you good, I don’t want you to be normal. I don’t need you to be anything but who you truly are.
Your killing people doesn’t make you a monster, Sara, but having the chance to avenge your family and not taking it… hat does.
Whatever you imagine people might have done, just don’t lose faith in their humanity, because when you do, that’s when you make the monster.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
To realize that all your life… you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it.
Please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself. The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain.
Not all final girls make it to the end by fighting the monster. Some of them hide. They stay quiet when their family needs them. They’re not waiting for their moment. They don’t even know if another moment’s coming. They just close their eyes and wait for it to be over. Truth is, some final girls are cowards.[to Scot]
Is that what we call these creatures who can’t control their nature, their hunger? And what do we call those who destroy them? The ones who kill without thinking. Which is the monster?