Who cares even if I didn't?!" Conor shouted back. "They're just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary. Oh, please, please, save me from the berries!"The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange, it said. The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seems to suggest otherwise.

-Las historias son criaturas salvajes -dijo que monstruo-. Cuando las sueltas, ¿quién sabe los desastres que pueden causar?

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? the monster said, bending down so it's face was close to Conor's. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

What did you do to help the invisible man?"And he felt the monster's voice again, like it was in his own head. I made them see, it said.

War is a monster. War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows. And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.