You will forget. Death or life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair, in her distant, empty voice. But I shall remember him.

Reason. It is no more reliable a tool than instinct, myth or dream. But it has the potential to be far more dangerous...

He dreamed of ghosts, and of the moon and stars.

You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But — you say that dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar... Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?""No.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?

Sister? Where should we start?""Here?""Very good. We are here. Where should we travel to now?""...somewhere that's not here?""That was the idea. Yes.

But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there.