Conor: Your stories never made sense to me.
The Monster: Because humans are complicated beasts. You believe comforting lies, while knowing full well the painful truth that makes those lies necessary. In the end, Conor, it is not important what you think. It is only important what you do.
Conor: So what do I do?
The Monster: What you did just now. You speak the truth.
Conor: That's all?
The Monster: You think it's easy? You were willing to die rather than speak it.
Conor: What do I do?
The Monster: Now all that is left is for you to speak the simplest truth of all.
Conor: I don't want you to go.
Mum: I know my love.
Conor: I don't want you to go...
Conor: How does the fourth story end?
The Monster: It ends with a boy holding on tight to his mother. And by doing so... he can finally let her go.
Mum: ...and if you have to break things, then by God, you break them!
The Monster: Stories are wild animals... if you let them loose, who knows what havoc they may wreak.
The Monster: Here is the end of the tale.
Conor: I'm afraid.
The Monster: Of course you are afraid.It will be hard, it will be more than hard. But you will make it through, Conor O'Malley.
Conor: You'll stay?
The Monster: I will be right here.
[first lines]
Conor: [having a nightmare] Mama! Mama!
Conor: [waking] How does the story begin?
The Monster: It begins like so many stories. With a boy, too old to be a kid. Too young to be a man. And a nightmare.
Conor: Belief is half of all healing
The Monster: [telling a story] "You may have the yew tree," said the parson. "I will preach sermons in your favor. I will do anything if it would only save my daughters."
The Monster: "Would you give up everything you believed in?" said the apothecary.
The Monster: [as the Parson] "If it would save them, I would give up everything."
The Monster: [as the Apothecary] "Then there is nothing I can do to help you."
Mum: Life is always in the eyes. If you get that, you'll be a proper artist.