Fear is a place where you just tell the truth

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

You just have to trust your own madness.

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes—if necessary—brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.

Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.