There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

What am I doing here? The Southern Star has vanished, a Cataclyst is calling the moon out of time at the mythical Great Barrier, and you're asking what I'm doing here? Are you serious?

Darkness does not leave us easily as we would hope.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Ridley was like a beautiful snake - you couldn't let her get close without the risk of being bitten.

Jump or stay in the boat.

Nothin' wrong with havin' a cat in the house. They can see what most people can't, like the folks in the Otherworld when they cross back over - the good ones and the bad. And they get rid a mice.

Waiting Hurts. Forgetting Hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its master. It moves to my tongue when it wants me to spew beautiful, damaging words, it moves to my hands when it wants me to feel all it can take away, and it moves to my eyes to blind me from truly seeing the destruction I’ve done.

It's not easy to be Light when you've been Dark. It's almost too much to ask anyone.-Macon Ravenwood.