Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

You wouldn't die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, after a while just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that's not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so t here wouldn't be anything left that would think of itself as an 'I.' No point of view any longer, because you'd be an infinite sequence of views and of points.

If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do.

The world is always ending, for someone.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.