For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.

When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

The view changes from where you are standing. Words can wound, and wounds can heal. All of these things are true.

Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.