“The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. The obliterated place is pitch black and bright light. It is water and parched earth. It is mud and it is manna. The real work of deep grief is making a home there.”
“Great joy doesn't obliterate grief. Both can be encompassed at the same time.”
“The light came into the darkness, and the darkness did not understand it, but that no longer mattered because the light was now obliteration the darkness.”
“I'm working for the Creation. I refuse to take part in its destruction.”
“Exodia Obliterate!”
“Why obliterate the exceptional merely in order to make the outstanding look finer than it was?”