For all men are equal at the moment of death and who are we to judge them when a much greater judge awaits?

Show Holmes a drop of water and he would deduce the existence of the Atlantic. Show it to me and I would look for a tap. That was the difference between us.

Was it fate? Was it destiny?" "I think it was Alan Blunt.

There's a dream world that we visit sometimes and that's how we found out who we are.

Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me." "I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.

The worst time to feel alone is when you're in a crowd.

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.