"Rose / The Waitress: My writer believed in me. We were kindred spirits; we fit together like a bicycle chain and that spikey wheel thing the chain fits into."

"Rose / The Waitress: Whoops! Gotta put more bullets in."

"Rose / The Waitress: Why hadn't my writer ever told me he had a semi-evil twin brother? He must be waiting until our third or fourth date, surrounded by candles, so he could reveal this vulnerable chapter from the dramatic story of his emotionally troubled past. Oh... that man has more layers than a croissant."

"Rose / The Waitress: I was leaving my old life behind, like a body left to sink in a lake so no one finds it."

"Rose / The Waitress: [repeated line] The stakes had never been higher."

"Rose / The Waitress: Life's a funny thing. You spend all your time wishing and hoping and dreaming for something and then BAM! Destiny shows up at your door like a mailman with a package you were pretty sure got lost because you ordered it, like, six months ago. But that's okay! When your destiny has eyes like sunsets and a beard like mahogany-covered velvet, you don't really mind how it arrives. But my day didn't start off with all that excitement! It began like any other day did for this for this waitress-slash-protector of the town of Night Springs!"

"Agent Estevez: A whole lot of paranatural crimes happening right now... but it's fucking awesome! I want a t-shirt!"

"Tor Anderson: Get your guitar roaring and your drums crashing! Blow reality's eardrums!"

"Dr. Casper Darling: This place is a dreamscape! But who's the dreamer? And how do you wake up from this dream...?"

"Ahti: Earth is a cyclical song."

"Nightless Night Opening Text: In a poem he told us, he once mistook an ocean for a lake. He spent his whole life in the depths of this mystery. Wandering in the shadows under a dark ocean. Forever searching for a way into the light to his love."

"Agent Estevez: Alan Wake is a Parautilitarian. The word's a mouthful, so you know it's serious."

"Thomas Zane: "Oh, mercy. Thousands have gone missing. Beyond the labyrinth of me. When you're lost, you're lost in your own company." And cut! Oh... Now that is drama."

"Odin Anderson: Don't be the story. Make the story."

"Nightingale: You are not allowed in the lake until he says otherwise."

"The Cult of the Tree: This is the ritual to lead you on. His friends will meet you when you're gone."

"My brother's not a werewolf, in case that wasn't clear."

"Now you see the sexy monster within me!"

"I'm so powerful that I don't need a full mooooooooon to transform!"

"[as the Bad Boy] I didn't want to do this, but you forced my hand. You see, I'm not just a rugged anti-hero type. I'm also... A werewolf! And my motorcycle is also a werewolf!"

"[as the Bad Boy, imitating the Writer] Oh, joy! We can finally be together and sit through beat poetry readings and drink eighteen dollar cocktails and have high tea with the Queen!"

"[as the Bad Boy, regarding the Writer] He had his chance for popcorn and movie nights, but he wanted to keep everything for himself! Too bad. You know what they say -- if you can't join 'em, beat 'em."

"We made this! Our story! Our ending! Our book! We are one! We belong together! Welcome me back home!"

"We have witnessed a case of mistaken identity. But in the vastness of the multiverse, with an endless number of versions of ourselves... what is identity, anyway? Can there be more than one Master of Many Worlds? Or did our take a wrong turn somewhere along the way? Was this particular journey precisely what was needed to make him the one he was meant to become? One thing is certain: I am your host. The one and only Warlin Door. And this is... Night Springs."

"I am... on the threshold. Liminal... A DOOR! EVERYWHERE!"

"We often look back and wonder, "what if?" What if the path not taken had, in fact, been our charted course? Would we be happier? Or are we, with our set of choices behind us, the lucky ones? And what if nothing would be different? What if, for some of us, our destiny across the endless number of version of ourselves, has been defined and locked beyond any causality of circumstance? Beyond the forces in any one reality, but across... all realities? For one man, the magnetic pull of destiny is so great, it breaks time and space. We join this lone operative -- many versions of him, in fact -- as he chases his nemesis, a dangerous being known as the Master of Many Worlds, across the multiverse. Across the many versions of a city that is always the same, yet always different in... Night Springs. Tonight's reality-bending episode: "Time Breaker"."

"A conspiracy within a conspiracy. How can one expose a lie when the truth exists beyond our wildest imagination? Who can ever truly know how deep the rabbit hole goes in... Night Springs?"

"A young woman on a mission to save a missing loved one. Desperately trying to stay one step ahead of the shadowy government agents hunting her. Agents from the very same agency... that took the only person she cares about. On her quest, she is guided by her mysterious alien guardian angel. Her guiding star shows her the way, as it always has. She does not know what strangeness awaits her, as she follows its unwavering light to the small town... of Night Springs. Tonight's dreamlike episode: "North Star"."

"A fan and the object of her joy come together against a world trying to keep them apart. A happy ending, for some. But is happiness, like beauty, all in the eye of the beholder? Where is the line between fandom and fixation? One can never tell in... Night Springs."

"A fan. The dictionary definition of the work is: "An enthusiast. A fervent devotee. An abbreviation of... 'fanatic'." What comes across to an outsider as a dangerous obsession, or even madness, is something... entirely different from the point of view of the fan herself. To be a fan... is a joyous existence, one filled with the happiness that stems from knowing, with utter clarity, the purpose of your life. But what if that purpose could be more still? If you could be lifted out of the flock as your idol's chosen one? The only one who could decipher his secret messages? Hm... What lengths would you go to save the object of your obsession in... Night Springs? Tonight's cult-classic episode: "Number One Fan"."

"Night Springs. A special place -- a shifting space, existing in a countless number of parallel realities. Sometimes a quaint, small town. Sometimes, a hulking metropolis. Different every time we set upon the road that leads us there. And yet, like a half-remembered echo of a fading dream, always familiar to us. These are the stories that take place there. Awe-inspiring. Macabre. Terrifying, heartbreaking, nail-biting, absurd... and thrilling. Sometimes, all of these things at once. A haunting new season of mind-bending episodes written by Alan Wake. I am your host, Warlin Door, and I will see you soon in... Night Springs."

"The next time we meet, the circumstances will be very different. And you would do well to return the favor by playing your part... or stay out of my way, Mr. Wake."

"You keep opening doors. Peeking in. Reaching through to get what you want, and that puts you in my path."

"All this talk of meta narratives has me expecting to disappear once this scene ends."

"After this, I'm sure we'll all be eagerly awaiting the culmination of this Hero's Journey trilogy of yours! A book called "Return", perhaps..."

"[released at the end of the Night Springs DLC as a tribute to James McCaffrey] Chasing the murder cult made me feel like I was caught in a loop. Every time I thought I was getting closer, things shifted around, and I realized I was further away than ever before. Instead of answers, I only got more questions. The name of the cult and the masks they wore kept changing. The deeper into the dark depths I got, peeling off the layers of this case like the ocean zones from twilight to midnight to abyssal to the deepest trenches, the closer I felt to going mad."

"There wasn't enough alcohol in this city to drown the memories of this nightmare, but I'd damn well try. This case would never be closed, I had more questions now than at the start, the irony of being trapped in a postmodern detective story. I felt watched, the eyes of an unseen audience on me. I wanted to turn to the hidden camera and tell them to fuck off- but I didn't know where to look to break the fourth wall. There would always be another case for Casey. A million stories in this dark city. The night opened up to welcome me. I walked into her arms. Roll credits."

"I was dead tired. I just wanted it to be over. It was all my fault. Sometimes, I'd forget the pain was there. Like it was the way you were supposed to feel. I was not in a dark place — I was the dark place, the source of it all, the vessel. Me and the writer... we were the same."

"They say God made us in His image. Just like us, He is an uncaring, cruel son of a bitch. Having made it in Heaven, He doesn't want us there- dirtying up all that nice white upholstery. And He doesn’t want to reach down to help us, he gets his kicks just binge watching us struggling, hurting, killing, dying- screwing it up again and again. Lazily stirring it up when things threaten to get too placid. This city is only here to satisfy his sick voyeuristic pleasures."

"The rain tried to wash away the sins of this city. Hm. But some sins, the evidence of the crimes committed, could never be erased. Not by the rain. Or any amount of therapy from Dr. Jack Daniels. It remained, bruises under my skin like tattoos. Bruises in my soul. Scar tissue on my heart. The rain never stopped falling. And I never stopped drinking."

"You're not gonna get what you want. You think you know -- you don't know shit. You don't really wanna know. You're gonna get what's coming to you."

"Is it over? Anderson?"

"It is a spiral."

"I'm a goner. Swell. A shadow crawling under my skin. In my head. Call my ex, tell her I'm sorry. Terminal Case Casey."

"I've only been lost once in my life... the years I spent with my ex-wife."

"Alan Wake. My name comes up, your books come up, you come up. I've read them. There are echoes of my life in there that makes me feel like someone's been watching me."

"I'd love to blame this on a mass hallucination caused by inhaling volcanic gas, but we both know that's bullshit. This was supernatural."

"Something about morgues, they always cheer me up."

"Back to the beginning. We all come to a story with hopes and expectations, looking for an answer. Sometimes, it would be better to live with that hope, without ever knowing the full story. In a horror story, there are only victims and monsters and the trick is not to end up as either. But, trapped by the genre, we are all ripped to pieces along the way. This is not the story I hoped it would be. This is not the ending I wanted. This story will eat us alive. This story is a monster. And monsters wear many faces."

"This is our ending. You're not the only one deciding these things anymore."