“Neither the secret whirring song of the stars nor the sonorous canticles of the earth knew the language that sprang up in the space between us. It was a dialect of heartbeats, strung together with the lilt of long suffering and the incandescent hope of an infinite future.”

“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.”