“Who will you be when faced with the end?The end of a kingdom,The end of good men,Will you run?Will you hide?Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride?Rise to the ashes,Rise to the winter sky,Rise to the calling,Make heard the battle cry.Let it scream from the mountainsFrom the forest to the chapel,Because death is a hungry mouthAnd you are the apple.So who will you be when faced with the end?When the vultures are circlingAnd the shadows descendWill you cower?Or will you fight?Is your heart made of glass?Or a pure Snow White?”

“Making something secret makes it too important, elevates it to the point where it runs your life from the shadows. If you hide what's at your core from other people for too long, sooner or later you end up hiding it from yourself and waking up with no idea of who you are.”

“I will set the mirror up, to face the blackened sky, you will see your beauty every moment that you rise.”

“Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.”

“For fear, real fear such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”

“When the sky is clear, when the sea is calm and the full moon is rising, whatever you are doing, leave it; go to the seaside; sit and watch it! You will then reach the land where there is no thinking; the land of pure wisdom!”