Monsters can be little. Monsters can be old. Hell, monsters can be us.
It’s better to believe in a monster than know the truth.
It is too easy being monsters. Let us try to be human.
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?
I’d become a monster long before my accident.
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]
Cops always expect trouble. In this city, I expect super evil flying monsters.
Behind every strong man is a strong c**t-faced b**ch monster.
Bad guys come in and monsters come out.
All mankind needs to be the monster he truly is, is being told he can.
After all, it is our memories which make us monsters, is it not?