We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day—while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I know Dr. Kennedy and I know Coral Ridge Ministries. I have no connection.

I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.