“Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.”

“Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?”

“But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?”

“Already, I know that all of this will stay with me forever. It'll haunt me, but I also fear it will make me feel grateful. I say fear because at times I really don't want this to be a fond memory until it's over. I also fear that nothing really ends at the en. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.”

“There were stars. They burned my eyes.”

“They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you.”

“One eye open, one still in a dream.”