“We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.”

“A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears,Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears,Incubus graves and Caster rivers,The Final Page the End delivers.”

“These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.”

“This is not the end. It is not even the begging of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”

“I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are.And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too.We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.”

“What am I doing here? The Southern Star has vanished, a Cataclyst is calling the moon out of time at the mythical Great Barrier, and you're asking what I'm doing here? Are you serious?”

“Full circle. The beginning and the end.”