This is not going to be easy. I'm good at being bad, but I'm bad at being good. I don't know the first thing about good deeds.

The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.

[...] every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, "I'm a better person because you're in my head.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

Monster only had the power that you gave them

This game's stupid," said Lief. "Who the heck is Zelda, anyway?

He only wishes there were something that would heal the scars in his mind, which he can still feel. He sees his mind now as an archipelago of islands that he labors to build bridges between - and while he's had great success engineering the most spectacular of bridges, he suspects there are some islands that he'll never reach.