We do not always accomplish what it is we set out to do.
Tools are the subtlest of traps. We become reliant upon them and in their absence we are vulnerable, weak, defenseless.[to Morpheus]
Tonight, we will achieve what no one before us has even attempted. We will summon and imprison Death.
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 secret to having compassion for people is knowing that they are fundamentally selfish.
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.
The billion Lords of Hell stand arrayed about you. Tell us. Why should we let you leave? Helmet or no, you have no power here. After all, what power have dreams in Hell?
Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
So it only counts as love if it lasts forever. It’s forever that doesn’t exist. Love’s the only reason we’re here.
She has been held captive for more than 60 years. Demeaned, abused, defiled. And you will not set her free because you need ideas? Well, if it’s ideas you want, then you shall have them in abundance.[to Richard, about Calliope]
