There’s no’ much I can say waking without it sounding daft and foolish, Sassenach. I can say things while you sleep. Your dreams will ken the truth of them.
Sometimes you’ve got to have dreams.[Roger Parslow: You are aware that I work here, right? And you’re pretty much stuck here because we’re orphans and both of us have no money.]
Sitting here, all these years, nursing my offended dignity, writing books of history people prefer to forget. I never asked anything of myself at all. I haven’t been living. I’ve been waiting to die.
Have you ever had a dream that is so real that it takes you a long time to just wake up?[to Marissa]
Chasing your dreams can be deadly. Especially when a creep with a science hard-on promises to make them real.