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Life imprisons us all in its coil of circumstance, and the dreams of romance that color boyhood are forgotten, but they do not die.

A man who is chased may be free. A man who chases never is.

Without promotion, something terrible happens... nothing.

The fields of the dead stretch around me.

When you involve fans in your growth, they feel invested in your journey.

"Rule a man, and he will do whatever you can imagine. Befriend him, and he will do more."

You are the captain of your own ship. You control your narrative.

Death... is our most important horizon. It matters because we need an end to what we see. Without it we would be adrift, overwhelmed, nothing to orient ourselves against. Without it, we would never be able to focus on what is truly important: that which is in front of us.

Through the thunder, I focus.

Characters are the beating heart of entertainment. Whether it's wrestling, film, or television, audiences only care about what they understand. They have to know who they're watching and why they matter.

That's what makes professional wrestling so beautiful... it's pure creative freedom. You can be anything you want to be. There are no limits, only imagination.

Your passion gets you started.
Your professionalism keeps you employed.
. . .
This business does not owe you anything. It never has and it never will.

The fear of what is behind us suddenly wars with the fear of what is ahead.

I am living a nightmare from which there is no waking.

"Do you not know of this? To open this door is to unleash the end of all things."

"I wondered how you'd adjusted so well, you know. How you could look at what this world has become and not be overwhelmed with the horror of it."

This place is a true nightmare, all heat and horror and constant, terrifying threat.

Weigh down a man with his secrets, and there is no telling if he will bend or break.

It is a moment in time. A heartbeat. Dread to the point of nausea. I have so much fear but I cannot scream. I have so much fear.

Inaction picks a side.

Easier to despise than understand. Easier to mock than empathise.

The illusion of power too often becomes power.

There is a unique, building fear to knowing you are being hunted.

Death is a doorway.

Fear, my father once told me, is simply our realisation of a lack of control. And that is why when we are afraid, sometimes the only way we can cope - the only way to dull the edge of that lack - is to put our faith in those who appear not to suffer it.

Like dew I was born
Like dew I vanish
...and all I have ever done
Is but a dream
Within a dream.

Every puzzle turned into another puzzle. How much longer could he cope? Could he handle a life where reality possessed the transcience of dreams?

What happens to the characters in a dream after the dreamer wakes up?

These waking dreams are beginning to unhinge me.

I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.