“Who are the real monsters?”

“Don't you see? Those monsters you've been so worried about. Not aliens. People. The monsters have always been people.”

“(D)reams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't.”

“What is in our hearts is real whether we name it or let it exist only in darkness or silence.”

“Even though I know the rain is fake, it feels the same as real rain, and I desperately need that.”

“We're the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It's us-who can't focus, who can't work together, who can't do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we're the ones who aren't normal. We're the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don't go loons.”

“I can think of nothing but the stars. It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars. They are all that I have ever dreamed of; they are nothing that I ever expected... I will never, never be the same. I have seen stars. Real stars.”