Stories are webs, interconnected strand to strand, and you follow each story to the center, because the center is the end. Each person is a strand of the story.

Goodbyes are overrated.

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

Here, far from our homes, we will be forgotten by our gods.