Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.

...And perhaps you can sense, in some small twisting loop of your gut, the convergence of the wrong, of the right, and of the woefully misguided. If you do, then pay sharp attention to the moment you wake, and the moment you fall asleep...For maybe then you will know, without a shadow of a doubt, which is which.

In this world, there is a fine line between enlightenment and brain damage.

What's the point of living if you're going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don't shut it away.

I gotta go to the bathroom," Emby mumbles. "You should have thought of that before you left," says Hayden, putting on his best mother voice. "How many times do we have to tell you? Always use the potty before climbing into a shipping crate.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.