“it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams”

“The One-Two was located on a dead end street in a dead end town and was a permanent, self-storage bin for broken dreams.”

“So tonight, when I have that dream, the dream where I know I am dreaming, I won't be scared of falling from the open window. Instead, I will go to the window and look out into the strange and unfamiliar world. And I will leap from the window, and I won't just fly. I will soar.”

“Your life, sir, is propelledBy a dream of the fear of having nightmares; your loveIs the fear of being alone; your world's historyThe fear of a possible leap by a possible antagonistOut of a possible shadow, or a not-improbableSkeleton out of your dead-certain cupboard.”

“How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.”

“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.”