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.
There is a monster inside every boy, all too easy to feed. If you make it strong, it will take over.