A single thought, he considered, could do all sorts of harm. Harm to what, he wasn't sure, but he identified it as harm.

— Adam P. Knave

He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he also refused to be a pessimist about this moment. Everything could go either way.

— Adam P. Knave

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

— Adam P. Knave

Since the fall of Man and the return of Imagery and our older ways, most disputes were settled in a civilized manner: sword to the face, mace to the neck, acceptable societal situational handlers

— Adam P. Knave

Still, the car started, so we drove off to the movies. Popcorn happened. Previews, ads, and an annoying kid all went down like clockwork. The picture started and then ended a while later, the world unchanged by its passing.

— Adam P. Knave

The potential, for anything, was overwhelming to a degree that bothered him. It wasn’t, he thought, the idea of power. It certainly wasn’t that nervous feeling T.C. would get in the pit of his stomach when he knew he had an incredible opportunity in front of him, that amazing brief pause before an act of creation. This was something else. Something to fear and respect.

— Adam P. Knave

What is this place?" "Nothing at all. Everywhere there is. Both at once?" Barberry offered.

— Adam P. Knave

You ate my dog, you undead freak!” Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is ‘corporeally challenged’ now. No need to be rude.

— Adam P. Knave