"You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."
— The Narrator
"A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul."
— The Thorn
"You cannot use eating me to prove that you're right."
— The Long Quiet (Player), in one response to the Beast
"Still going to kill you, but now we can enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder."
— The Razor
"Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises."
— The Drowned Grey
"Hollow eyes watch from the dry corners of a memory. A home built on all the futures that were supposed to be, preserved until the moment of reunion. The fire of the heart sets it all ablaze."
— The Burned Grey
"YOU CANNOT DESCRIBE ME INTO SUBMISSION."
— The Wraith
"She collapses into your arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. I can't believe you're making me describe this. I hate you."
— The Narrator
"To question everything is to deny the truth in front of you. By believing in your suffering, you made your suffering real. By believing in your limitations, you placed a shackle around your neck."
— The Prisoner
"Fear is a chain around the neck, and a needle in the eye. It was fear that made our prison, and it was fear that told the lie that our spirits were not free to choose."
— The Cage
"I didn't actually think our actions had consequences."
— The Contrarian
"We are real. 'Nothing' is an idea that dwells in the absence of 'something.' But 'nothing' cannot exist on its own. And because of that, 'nothing' can't exist."
— The Shifting Mound
"Your lover drives a stake into your body. And another, and another, and another. Do I miss your heart because I can't stand to see it go?"
— The Damsel
"Love melted into skepticism, and you pulled back layer after layer after layer until all you were left with was the knowledge that you did not know me. You sought the truth then. Will you hide from it now that it is within your grasp?"
— The Deconstructed Damsel
"A picture of a life in a picture of life in a picture of a life. How deep must repetition still our movements until even the air we breathe is stale?"
— Happily Ever After
"You have been the only thing I've ever known to show me grace. I am sorry if I have not shown you the same. Fly, little bird."
— The Apotheosis
"Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves."
— Voice of the Paranoid
"...what remains of fear? Is it a shelter protecting you from itself? Or is it a shelter protecting itself from you? You took fear by the hand and walked with it into the unknown, and through that, you feared nothing."
— The Nightmare
"There are few things more terrifying than one's own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another.But the most terrifying thing of all is to leave one's heart unshared."
— The Moment of Clarity
"Behold, the perfect woman!"
— Voice of the Stubborn, in response to The Razor's final form
"This is all just a sick joke. I hate existing."
— Voice of the Broken, in response to The Razor's final form
"Toughen up?! You're both freaks! I'm having a rational reaction to what just happened. I'm normal, a normal person gets traumatized from dying!"
— Voice of the Broken, in response to the Hero and the Skeptic's nonchalance about dying in the Cage route
"I've seen my fairy-tale ending. And I think there might be worse things than the end of the world. (...) And then, the two of you step out into the world. I...think this is the end of me. Even if it's not the end of you. I hope this was worth it. Genuinely, I do."
— The Narrator
The Narrator: "Like a creeping mold, the complete reality of your existence threads its way through your mind. Birth, death, birth again. Decay and bloom. A million stitches from a million microscopic wounds you've inflicted on everyone you've ever met with every muscle you've moved and every word you've ever spoken"
Voice of the Hero: "No no no!"
The Nightmare: "Let me out."
The Narrator: "Your existence hurts them. "
The Nightmare: "Let me out!"
The Narrator: "A lonely soul is in a room by itself weeping. It lives for eighty years and then it's gone. And then it’s there again."
The Nightmare: "Let. Me. Out!"
The Narrator: "A reprieve. A good life. Love, children, a steady career. Recognition from your peers. Here one moment, gone the next. The worms have found their orifices"
The Nightmare: "LET. ME. OUT!"
The Narrator: "Diagnosis. It forgets everything it is. Anger. Rage. Distance. Poverty. The lonely soul is lonely again. Love turns to mockery. It dies. It is reborn. Worse. Lonelier."
The Nightmare: "LET ME OUT!"
— The monologue as The Nightmare Turns to The Moment of Clarity