She enjoys a fight for survival.

At the time, however, I didn't realize the extent of my granddaughter's sensitivity - or her loneliness. I thought only of myself. Of my own sensitivity and my own loneliness.

Think how wonderful it might be to no longer matter, Mrs. Peregrine. Think how wonderful it might be to no longer worry, struggle… or fail.

There is time for a fight and a time for a flight; knowing the right time to do one or the other can mean the difference between life and death

You are here because some sliver of existence within you says that you are a born fighter. That you will put your life before others, and stand when others fall.

There is no such thing as a fair fight.