She’s in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.
I love zombies. If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.
One man carries salvation and damnation from the desert.
The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters
The doors of Hell are never bolted or barred, to those who belong there.
Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name.
Rafael?””Yeah?”„Do we all have monsters?”„Yes.”„Why does God give us so many monsters?”„You want to know my theory?”„Sure.”„I think it’s other people who give us monsters. Maybe God doesn’t have anything to do with it.
…our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives…
Blank pages are like monsters that haunt my dreams until I feed them words.