I didn't know what kind of creature I was supposed to be until I woke on a hospital cot and was informed I had died. Nobody ever told me what I was. I figured I was broken. But it turns out that my scars were divine signs that I was granted a chance to begin again.

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

Running an expedition can bring out the worst in a man. It can make you a power-crazed monster.

Religion can only do two things for mankind turn them into monster or stupid.

Well, that's the thing, isn't it? Everyone always blames the monster--but no one ever blames the one who created it. Isn't that right?' He sneered at Moira's limp form. 'Tell me, who is the monster? The creation or the creator? It has to start somewhere.

He didn’t mind Drake so much. Drake was a creep.It was the girl who made Orc want to cry.She was a monster. Like Orc. Begging for death. Begging for someone to let her go to her Jesus.Kill me, kill me, kill me, she begged every day and every night.Orc took a deep swig.Tears seeped from his human eyes and fell into the rocky crevices of his face.

She had refused to draw the monster. She feared to give him form.

When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.

They say the crazies come out at night. I say the crazies come out during election year: Elections have the power to turn once seemingly normal people into certified loonies.

There were no sparks, just a gasoline fire burning through the dark.