I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.

And hell, sometimes the best thing is to put on a black dress and become a wicked stepmother. There’s power in that, if you’re after power.

Monsters, you know, cannot appreciate the niceties of commandments carved in stone.

Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.

Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?