Rumplestilskin ha vuelto.

No one who is anyone anymore.

Find the psychosis in flower, he thought.

He was a man who longed to do more with his life, to investigate creativity and originality, but was afraid of the disruption this indulgence might bring to a carefully regimented life.

Dreams were important, unconscious riddles that mirrored the heart.

Anonymity, he thought, is seductive.

No pertenecer a ninguna parte era como ser invisible.

Considera las palabras dichas como un medio de llegar a la verdad. Yo las considero un medio para ocultarla.

En un lugar lleno de temores, buscamos al hombre que no tiene ninguno.

Tememos que nos maten. Pero es mucho peor que nos destruyan.