On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.

No matter what happens, it’s always now.

If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can.

Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed. He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as useful as your appendix. He's making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

If emotion can create a physical action, then duplicating the physical action can re-create the emotion.