“But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die!”
“Don’t let me to be lost in my dreams; they are as scary as your sweetness.”
“A moment later, in an even fainter voice, he whispered, "Do not mourn me”
“Dreams are what keep us growing. They are what keep us alive. To give up, is to let our dreams die.”
“Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.”
“Sweet Mother in Heaven, please don't let me be dreaming." He raised his hand, stopping Rachel's interruption before she could get it properly started. "Or if this is a dream," he continued, "then don't let me wake up. Amen.”