Ancient Reptilian Brain: There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it - no largher than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore.
Ever.
Never ever.

Player: Never ever ever?

René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup.

Ooh, the piggies have learned to saunter up staircases. I didn't think you could do that with hooves. But - her you are.

If ther ever was such a thing as an ugly kid, then this is it. He's almost exquisite in his ugliness. Like a gremlin.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown.