Then let us go and be terrible.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?