Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

The world is a chessboard, Madam, on which we play out our ploys and follies. You are the Queen, of course. Your moves are the strongest. For myself, I claim only to be a knight, advancing in a crooked progress. Do we move ourselves, do you think, or does a great gloved hand place on our squares

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.

Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.