“For me, writing is immortality. It is wisdom. It is never-ending.”

“This will be the greatest discovery since the extinction of dinosaurs.”“Assuming dinosaurs did exist, that is,” Derkein said.Alex shook her head. “Couldn’t just let me have this moment, could you?”

“Mortals cannot perceive me with the physical eye whilst in my pure form unless it is of my choosing, for it would result in fatality, which begs the question of why you are an exception.”

“It doesn’t hurt much. I don’t know how it looks” – he lowered his hand and turned his face to the side – “but it can’t be that bad. What do you think? You’d date me, right?”Alex pushed him away, grinning. “You’re an idiot.”

“Creativity sparks originality, which then manifests itself into what we call evolution. To depreciate imagination is to depreciate life.”

“Even if that is the truth,” Derkein said, “what does it have to do with my father suddenly thinking he can raise the dead?”

“I will give you anything to say you want to stay, you want me too.Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me.I want to know I belong to youSay you'll haunt me...”