- Peter: If I was anxious, it was because somewhere in the depths, I sensed a forlorn end to punctuate this existence after the coming violence that would have led me to it. With little regard for idle pleasures, I was doomed to play the villain's part.
- Peter: There were clandestine air strikes somewhere, environmental manipulation somewhere else. A world gone mad with ignorance. Possible harbingers of a coming apocalypse. But that was all background haze, like the blue smoke I often wheezed over long, summer evenings.