The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

Gabe?"The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.

Honor, ' he said firmly. 'I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.

Why do you and I have to hold these memories?''It gives us wisdom.

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

If we still advise we shall never do.

Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.

...the true value of an offering isn't measured by how much we give. It's measured by how much we keep...By definition, a sacrifice must involve sacrifice...

As I came to power peacefully, so shall I keep it.

Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

I'm not the only person in the world who is suffering. I'm trying to talk to the world, responding to those voices.

It came so soon and so fast. It's just overwhelming. Every time I think about it, I just can't believe it.

Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.

Details are all that matters; God dwells in these and you never get to see Him if you don't struggle to get them right.

Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.