Dreamfall

"Roper Klacks: [after giving April the last copy of his memoirs in existence] There you go. Treat it with care. Don't let it get wet, don't feed it red meat, and, for the love of the Balance, do not hold it upside down when there's a full moon. Never again shall I glance upon "The Top Ten Reasons You Should Not Build a Flying Castle" on page 42 and smile knowingly …"

"[To April] As I said, you can't lose your talents, but you can forget them."

"[To Zoë] You're stuck in life, like driftwood in a river. You lack direction. You lack faith."

"[To Zoë] Faith will bring you where you are needed the most."

"[To Zoë] You're unlike anyone I've ever met. You belong to the storytime."

"[To Zoë] You must find her, Zoë. You must help her. Wherever she is, that's where you're needed the most."

"[To Zoë] If you dream the right dream, it becomes reality."

"Charlie: Sometimes giving up on your dreams isn't such a bad thing."

"Damian: I'll be right here when you come back."

"Dark Person: The greater the purpose, the harder it is to understand and to accept."

"Faith: Find her. Save her."

"Helena Chang: Who knows, maybe there is something as banal as an immortal "soul" …"

"Helena Chang: [to Zoë, who is asleep] You really are a very beautiful girl, so like your father. I never thought I'd see you again. And I wish it didn't have to end like this."

"Roper Klacks: Potions! Herbs! Curiously shaped cookies! Everything a wizard, witch or warlock may require! Using only the finest organic ingredients: elgwan bladders, rat tails, dung!"

"My beak is a finely tuned instrument of love. When I speak, girls tremble … and also guys. Guys tremble too, but not in the same way."

"[On finding oneself] It's brilliant! You desert everybody, abandon your responsibilities and relationships, and focus completely on your own personal misery. It's a douche for the soul."

"So if we hit her on the head with a frying pan, she'll snap out of it, right? Yes, yes, it's called therapy. I read about it somewhere. Well, not read, more like heard. In a seedy tavern near the docks. After eleven thimbles of Merry Minstrum's yellow fire. Just before dawn on a Monday. But I remember the fellow who told me! Big lad. Arms as thick as oak trees. A stunning collection of scars. Nice eye patch. A real therapist, he was. Or wait – maybe it was "rapist" …"

"You just have to start buying into stuff like destiny and precognition, or you'll go nuts."

"I've never met a human girl who hasn't been special. For all I know, they've all got strange powers and important destinies."

"[To April] You want to know if you're free from responsibility, free to live your life. It's what all humans crave, isn't it? Freedom?"

"I don't usually look this pale, but that's what you get for being in a coma."

"They say that every story has a beginning and an end, but sometimes the two are one and the same."

"[When looking at the bed] So I have a thing for pillows."

"[When arriving in Venice] Okay. Shit."

"I'm getting pretty good at getting into impenetrable fortresses."

"I don't want to be adrift anymore. I want to be where I'm needed the most."

"Sometimes we just have to trust that things will be okay."

"[Last lines] So there it is, my story. It sounds pretty unbelievable, I know. Parts of it still feel like a dream to me. But it did happen, all of it. I helped send Faith on her way, the Static is gone, things are back to normal – all should be well with the world. Except it's not. At all. The bad guys got away with it. The Dreamer could still be released. If that happens …I'm not sure how long I've been here, or how long I'm going to stay, but there's nothing more I can do now. My story's been told. The future is out of my hands … and in yours. You need to do something. You need to tell my story until the word is out, until everyone knows what's going on. If you don't …I'm leaving soon, but I'm not afraid. If death is the end, I know that our dreams remain behind. So whoever you are, whatever you plan to do – good luck. I'm sure you'll need it."

"[To Gordon the Guardian] That's easy for you to say. There's meaning to your existence. Me? I wasn't who I thought I was. I honestly have no idea who I am anymore. Everyone kept telling me I was important, that I was needed. Then, one day, I … wasn't. I was just lost. So don't tell me I'm free. Don't tell me to live my life. You don't know. You have a purpose."

"Blessed be the Goddess, blessed be the path, blessed be the word, blessed be the mission."

"How can we be enemies when we have just met?"

"So we get help from someone wiser and more clued in than us. Beards are a good indication. It signifies age and wisdom, and also, sometimes, poor hygiene. I think those things are actually connected."

"[First lines] I am at the crossroads between waking and dream. One path leads back to the world I left behind. The other path … the other path leads to a place of shadows. Between the familiar and the unknown, between certainty and doubt, my choice would seem obvious. Any sane man would turn around, return to the world he knows, forget what he has learned, and live his life in blissful ignorance. But in truth, it is too late. My choice was made many years ago, when I first embarked on this journey. I cannot turn back. I am at a crossroads, but for me there is only one path. I leave behind these words in the hope that, someday, they will serve as a map for someone else. To whomever reads this, Godspeed on your journey. If you ever decide to follow in my footsteps, look me up."