“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.”

“Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.”

“When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.”

“Sadness to me is the happiest time,When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind.Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth,The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.”

“We might come across nurseries of new born stars … For if there are new born stars there must also be stars of middle years. Aging stars. Dying stars.”

“The greatest thing about dreams is they don’t expire. They can lay dormant for years and when you pull them out and dust them off, they shine like new.”