Christopher Pike

If I become like you, I will have no will of my own. I will have no individuality, I will just be your puppet._'True._ Sio smiled thinly. 'But even a puppet may dance before its strings are drawn tight. You will dance, Cass, and the heavens will applaud you.

My Dear Friend,You do not know me, but I know you. Since you first breathed in this world, I have watched you. The hopes you have wished, the worries you have feared, the sins you have committed__ know them all. I am The Observer, The Recorder. I am also The Punisher. The time has come for your punishment. Listen closely, the hourglass runs low.

But if you wish, you can imagine that the Shadow does wait for your return and that it does remember everything that has gone before and that it doesn__ let you accept yourself as perfect until you let it. There is truth in that. That is why a child usually cries as soon as it__ born. With its first breath, the Shadow returns.

I don't want to die!""Then you should never been born.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

Darkness approaches from outside.I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

We're not gods, Julia. We're helpers. That's all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn't understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may live to see it. Then perhaps you can work openly, but for now, keep your gifts to yourself. Never flaunt your abilities. Never think you hold the power of life and death. Only God has that power. When it's a person's time, nothing can save them.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

People with power always take advantage of those without power.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

As much as you long for it, it longs for you more. Take one step toward the Big Person and it will take a hundred steps toward you.

You__e in love with your image of Linda. Mr. Green is in love with his image of Jesus. Both of your images have little to do with reality. Both of you are making yourselves miserable._'That__ not fair, comparing me to him. You don__ see me hammering nails in people._'You prefer to hammer them through your own hands.

The best art always comes unbidden.

Before I begin, may I ask how old you are?""You may ask.""How old are you?""It's none of your business