All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, it's past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Aloha Yukon. It looked like your soul was escaping, so I put you in a tree.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Because I am, just as you are you. We don’t always get to pick who we are, Shelly Wynn, but we can choose to celebrate it.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his grayish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Did Bach ever eat pancakes at midnight?

— Nathan Reese Maher

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamer of tomorrow and yesterday, since dream splay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?

— Nathan Reese Maher

History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takings for suckers and is playing a mean game.

— Nathan Reese Maher

I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?

— Nathan Reese Maher

I’m afraid they’re not coming.” Abby said fearfully. “Our parents, our teachers – everyone! They’ve disappeared. That’s it. Lights out, Shelly. We’re on our own.

— Nathan Reese Maher