By now he had learned enough to know that when he was getting annoyed at somebody else, it was usually because there was something that he himself sh… - Lev Grossman

Sure, you can live out your dreams, but it’ll only turn you into a monster.

“You went down the slide?”
Benedict nodded.
Quentin was evolving a theory about that. The slide was humiliating, that’s what it was. Deliberately embarrassing. That’s what death did, it treated you like a child, like everything you had ever thought and done and cared about was just a child’s game, to be crumpled up and thrown away when it was over. It didn’t matter. Death didn’t respect you. Death thought you were bullshit, and it wanted to make sure you knew it.

I admit that you might possibly not be deluding yourself about that.