“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”

“He loved her.And she loved him.And in such bliss does devastation grow.”

“The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.”

“What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That there were wonders still left to be uncovered?”

“Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.”

“Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.”

“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”

“Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.”

“And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.”

“Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.”

“There's always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more.”