The Gnostic Wanderer: Humans are trouble. They’ll betray one another. Befriend biests instead. Touch a tree and listen to the birds.

Uncle Adelbart: This is the age of degradation, things will come around after the rebound. That won’t be for quite a while, though.

The Gnostic Wanderer: Conformism corrupts the soul, the road to hell is paved with the colourful mosaic of tiny compromises. Lies, lies and more damned lies.

Master Thaur: Family and friends matter, the rest not. And friends must be genuine, no wimpy feel-good mutual wound-lickers. Drop all the rest. All of them.

Señor Palermo: Shine, shine like the sun, shine as pure as you are. Then you’ll see. Those who won’t be blinded, who won’t turn away, will be the worthy.