'Love will not be the cause of the Sun's death, but rather envy. Envy will not be the cause of the Sun's death, but rather thirst. Thirst shall not be the cause of his death, but curiosity. Curiosity shall not be his end; rather will it be love.'
'Six were lost, thirty remain.' The canvas is not white. Look closely, and see the hinted shapes of the Hours long lost, walking the winding path to the door into Nowhere. Look too closely, and find yourself lost to weeping.
'It's always possible to be deader,' Kalle states. 'The Watchman goes before; none but seven may go after.' 'Yet surely we are born to the Glory as the sparks fly upwards.'