They were the screams of riders torn apart by the twisted reflections of their own inner selves.

The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

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

You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.

The living do not see eternity, just as they don't see Everlost, but they sense both in ways that they don't even know. They don't feel the Everlost barrier set across the Mississippi River, and yet no one had ever dared to draw city boundaries that straddle both sides of its waters. The living do not see Afterlights, and yet everyone has had times when they've felt a presence near them - sometimes comforting, sometimes not - but always strong enough to make one turn around and look over one's shoulder.

Sharks have a deadly form of claustrophobia. It's not so much fear of enclosed spaces as it is inability to exist in them. No one knows why. Some say it's the metal in aquariums that throws their equilibrium off. But whatever it is, big sharks don't last long in captivity