"I KNEW IT. I KNEW HE COULDN’T BE DEAD."
"As fate and chance would have it, you, now a lost demon in a desert wasteland, will surely die, thrown to the wolves of emotional starvation and psychological torture. So long, weary traveler, for your passing through is merely that; you no longer control the realm of my soul, and here, near the heartland no longer will you stay. Should you think of my warm embrace whilst the lonesome cries beckon, remember this, lone traveler, there will be more of you, and they know how to love and kill far better than you ever did."
"I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered… I do not know who I am, where I am going."