“Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.”

“Where do the scenes come from since space and time do not really exist? They come from somewhere, and where is that? Well, that’s the point of the mystery … to experience where somewhere is. I believe it has something to do with quiet and having no expectations.”

“What do I want?The answer to that question does not exist.”

“The only thing we'll get from trying to figure out where another path would have taken us are questions there are no answers to and heartbreak that can't be healed. Regardless of how we got there, all any of us can do is move forward from where we are.”

“Really?" Olivia managed. It's called conversation, she reminded herself, like a visitor from a foreign planet. Answer one question, ask another. "Where do you live?”

“Where do rumors come from, Sir Kofa?" i was truly curious to know the answer."Where don't they come from? I suppose the majority of rumors are a combination of leaked information and the astouding imaginations of numerous storytellers. And, of course, the hope that things aren't really as boring as they seem on the surface.”