Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

First rule of engineering; beware prototypes. Along with, avoid anything made by an engineer who doesn't have all his own fingers.

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.