“A wandering knightwambling in an endless roadThinking to himselfWhere the others are?Taking care of what?Who am I?but a fading footprinton a dark empty landunder a starless skyseized by roaring shadowsand delusive hopes”

“Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.”

“Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be.”

“Another world. Another life. And for me it was much longer than five measly years. A world with more darkness and less hope than I care to remember. Bleak and starless, full of diseased men. It's inside them there. In some ways it makes it worse. You don't know who's diseased and who isn't. You don't know when you've become a Scab.”

“Here we are, I thought, a bunch of grown-up kids locked in an empty room playing naive games with each other. No one understands anybody else. We are wandering around in dark caves, holding our little private candles, hoping for some great illumination. I don't like to think I'm as confused or simple-minded as the others, but if I really am more complex, more experienced than they are, why should I want them to understand me?”

“I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself.”