Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was. - Christopher Paolini

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts.

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.