Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
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?
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
What will happen, will happen.
Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.