“You're welcome in my house when this is over. We'll open a cask of Master al'Vere's best brandy. We'll remember those who fell, and we'll tell our children how we stood when the clouds turned black and the world started to die. We'll tell them we stood shoulder to shoulder, and there was just no space for the Shadow to squeeze through.”

“When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the storyyou're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says, "then we'll figure outwho you're going to be.”

“Now," those Plumbago lips say, "You are going to tell me your story like you just did. Write it all down. Tell that story over and over. Tell me your sad-assed story all night." That Brandy queen points a long bony finger at me."When you understand, " Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says,"then we'll figure out who you're going to be.”

“what a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.A memory remains just a tiny spark.I give it all my oxygen,To let the flames beginTo let the flames begin.Oh, glory.Oh, glory.This is how we'll dance when,When they try to take us down.This is what will be oh glory.Somewhere weakness is our strength,And I'll die searching for it.I can't let myself regret such selfishness.My pain and all the trouble caused,No matter how longI believe that there's hopeBuried beneath it all andHiding beneath it all, andGrowing beneath it all, and...This is how we'll dance when,When they try to take us downThis is how we'll sing it.This is how we'll stand whenWhen they burn our houses down.This is what will be oh glory.Reaching as I sink down into light.Reaching as I sink down into light.This is how we dance when,When they try to take us downThis is how we'll sing it.This is how we'll stand when,When they burn our houses down.This is what will be oh glory.”

“We stay busy so we don't have to admit we don't have all the answers. After long enough with our constant distractions, we end our search for them. And God. Soon enough, we'll all come to realize we can't be God. We'll settle for telling ourselves we can. Or we'll just make one up.”

“You guys just wait and see. We'll stand taller than these mountains. We'll bare open our hearts for the world to grab. We'll see lights where there was dimness. We'll testify together to what we have seen and felt. Life will go on--all of us--crawling; stumbling, falling perhaps. But we will be the strong ones. Our hearts will shine brightly.”