But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

There's a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that upon seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. I like that story.

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

You get work however you get work. People keep working, in a freelance world, and more and more of today's world is freelance, because their work is good, and because they are easy to get along with, and because they deliver the work on time. And you don't even need all three. Two out of three is fine. People will tolerate how unpleasant you are if your work is good and you deliver it on time. They'll forgive the lateness of the work if it's good, and if they like you. And you don't have to be as good as the others if you're on time and it's always a pleasure to hear from you.

I love CGI if it's invisible. I don't like it when it's there and obvious.