“Opportunity never knocks. It hangs thick in the air all around you. You breathe it unthinking, and dissipate it with your sighs.”

“And in the air around her, the echo of all those stifled hearts, trapped spirits, fluttered and sighed and breathed.”

“Your shelled bed I remember.Father, this thick air is murderous.I would breathe water.”

“Never show your fear or your weaknesses, doll. Someone will spin you around and knock you flat with it when you least expect it.”

“The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own.”

“She remembered how it had felt and tasted, that slowly descending depression, like a thick glass jar that closed around you, sucking away the air you needed to breathe, creating a barrier between you and the world. The hell of it was that she'd been able to see all that she was missing, but when she'd reached out, all she'd touched was cold, hard glass.”