- Lear: The world is sick because our symbols are sick, and the purest of us are its victims. Can even love survive this maelstrom?
- Raimi Matthews: The throat tightens, the heart races, the pupils dilate, I love that moment of giddy anticipation before you get what you want. Soon I'll have a sore throat, stained fingers, and a benzene headache, but right now, at this moment, my whole existence rests on the tip of this cigarette. God bless the cancer merchants. I'm getting what I want.
- Lear: All outcomes have converged on this point in space and time. If the great will infuses every particle, then that will is blessing this convergence. From the first thought, God has steered you to this moment. Are your eyes open? Will you witness it?