“Piercing My Hearte there is A Golden Dagger; That is GodPiercing God's Hearte there is a Golden Needle; That is me”

“As I continued through the streets, through the smoke of the burnings and the rubble of the fires and explosions--for during the chaos of the quarantine parts of the city had become something like war zones--my heart began to perceive that there was a wound in the material world that no amount of science could heal, that in fact science itself was only the helpful lie told to a dying man.”

“Ah? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.”

“Why were men so caught up with their honor, their solemn word, their promises?Half the time the promises were never asked of them in the first place.And yet the wars that were fought over such things, the hearts broken and the lands ruined..!”

“He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder.”

“Whatever my ancestors did to you, none of them consulted me.”

“Ho! We are being taunted by some sort of otherworldly fireflies. Someone fetch me my rifle!”