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.
People always fear what they don’t understand, and that fear turns them into monsters. But we can’t let it turn us into monsters, too. We have to be better than them.
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?
If the world is full of monsters, the only way to defeat them is to become one yourself.
I think we all have monsters inside of us. It’s just that most people manage to keep theirs hidden.
I fell in love with someone else. That doesn’t make me a monster.
I don’t think Gotham’s running out of monsters anytime soon.
I don’t run from monsters. They run from me.
I assure you, there are many monsters in this world, and none of them, not a one, is you.[to Chief]
All I ever wanted was to fight for a lord I believed in. But the good lords are dead and the rest are monsters.
After all, it is our memories which make us monsters, is it not?
