"-I didn't know you could stop being a God.
-You can stop being anything."

"In her world there are so many windows. Each opening shows her an existence that's fallen to her -- some only for moments, others for lifetimes."

I doubt I'm any wiser than I was five hundred years back. I'm older. I've been up, and been down, and been up again. Have I learned aught? I've learned from my mistakes, but I've had more time to commit more mistakes.

"I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it."

"When I have life actually walking and dancing and dreaming on my surface, will the Endless come to me, properly? Will Dream be there?"

he sees a goddess. Head held high, eyes clear, fur sleek, she walks to the Dreaming.

Dreams. Dreams induce me. Seduce me. My spirit is taken by the dark and surreal and beautiful and seraphic-winged in ethereal heaven and bleeding and burning stygian vortex images that haunt me and have been doing so since early childhood.

Dee is for lots of things. Death. Dust. Darkness. Demons.

"What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?"

Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

Some were larger than eagles. Some were older than gods. They stayed in the shadows, kawwing and tokking. Waiting.

"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel."

"The early bird catches the worm, Star of Morning. The, um, worm that dieth not, in this case. Eh? Haha..."

"How remarkably funny, Remiel. Not actually original though, of course."