- Jacob Obus: I have decided to reclaim the lost art of letter-writing from the past century, because my message is simply too important to be transmitted by hertz.
- Jacob Obus: I now realize that, when one dies, one does not cease to exist all at once, but little by little, piece by piece, as one gets older.
- Jacob Obus: Now it is my turn to defy death thanks to my music. If I succeed in returning April back to Earth, my breath will live forever.