Eat bitter, taste sweet," Frank said. "I hate that proverb." "But it's true. What do they call it these days---no pain, no gain? Same concept. You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns out sour in the end. But if you take the hard path---ah, that's how you reap the sweet rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They mean something.

Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death.

When he woke, daylight was coming through the glass floor, and a boy's voice said, "Oh...You are in so much trouble.

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.

More minions!” he shouted. “Come to me!” That couldn’t be good. Another round of giant crocs and we’d be dead. Why don’t we get minions? I complained to Horus, but he didn’t answer.

And if someone doesn’t believe in any afterlife?” I asked. Walt gave me a sad look. “Then that’s what they experience.

Stupid Sixteen year old kid falling from the sky! I'm late!