I had to get an atlas to find out where Belmont is.

The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas's back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late.

"Noooooo!" He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain.

"Not again!"

Atlas was trapped under his old burden.

If you don't know, the thing to do is not to get scared, but to learn.

Never think of pain or danger or enemies a moment longer than is necessary to fight them.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.