Memory is like Alice’s medicines; it makes things bigger and smaller at whim.

The secret is that we all, boys and girls, think we are the centre of the universe. We think we are significant. You make someone believe that you think that too, that you think they are significant, and they’ll do whatever you want, just to please you and confirm your belief. It’s as simple as that.

When you are young, you are immense – then you shrink. Everything is possible at five, but what is left for you at forty? With every choice you make you renounce all the choices you could have made instead, and so you become smaller and smaller, each choice consuming you a little, burning your possibilities, until nothing is left of you. Death is a progressive shrinking that brings you from vastness to nothingness.

Chi alla Meraviglia chiude gli occhi, di Morte sente tredici rintocchi.

Crescere significa anche questo, diventare più soli. Non avere qualcuno da cui tornare a piangere, non avere qualcuno con cui poter litigare nella certezza che quel litigio non distruggerà l'amore: questi sono privilegi dell'infanzia, che gli adulti perdono.

Tu osi colpire un Dio?" ruggisce Uncino.Il punk gli dà una testata sul naso. "Sono ateo, coglione.