Nothing comforts anxiety like a little nostalgia.
I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream has gone from me.
Every dream, like every dreamer, is unique. Yet the one thing all dreams have in common is change.
Dreams are composed of many things. Images, hopes, fears, memories… of the past, and of the future.
We do not choose to be created. Nor do we choose how we are made.
We do not always accomplish what it is we set out to do.
Tomorrow we may all be dead. But how would that be different from any other day?
Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
There will be times when the fact of her absence overwhelms you. And you will weep. But this will happen less and less, I promise. She is dead. You are alive. So live.[to Orpheus, about Eurydice]
The great stories will always return to their original forms.
The Dreams and Nightmares no longer seem to recognize their master. I will remind them and take from them what I require.
Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
