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"Why do you try to escape what you fear, Noah? You will be punished for resisting my message. You will bring another creature on the boat. You won't notice it at first, just wait Noah. Wait until you start to feel something. A change happening in your mind. You won't even realize that it had taken form until you see it. When you see it, there is no return. It will give you a message. It will be your last message."
—Gabriel's final message to Noah, Exhibition.
"I'm alive, but part of me doesn't want to be."
—Thatcher Davis, everyday gets brighter.
"i do not want to see what is on the other side, but it has been days and nobody has come to help me. what is life really worth when all i can do is confront it all alone?"
—Mark Heathcliff's last documented words, mandelapolice.com
"You know what they say!"
—Mervin Marshall's catchphrase, a subtle reference to Saul Goodman's catchphrase.
Dave Lee: Hey, I just got here. Uh, could you unlock the door, perhaps?
O'Brien: You're at the front?
Dave: Yup. I'm out in front of the building.
O'Brien: Perfect. I'll be right there. Stay still...
[The skies obscure as windmills in the vicinity of the county stop spinning. Dave is soon left engulfed in the darkness.]
Dave: Is anyone there?!
[Dave turns around, only to see the only remaining light source in the sky fade away as an angelic choir plays.]
O'Brien...?: Stay... Still...
—"The Mandela Catalogue Volume 4"
Gabriel: You were so close, David. You had it all figured out, the stage was set for you! Yet you still managed to follow the shepherd...
Dave: ...O'Brien?
Gabriel: I truly have to hand it to you, you managed to live your entire life completely clueless, you ARE a fool. Your existence has meant NOTHING. Only a matter of time before I move on to your Cop Friend... He seems like an easy target.
Dave: You're not real... You're not gonna accomplish anything.
Gabriel: Oh, David... You've already done all of my bidding for me! [Cue Evil Laughter as Dave's eyes are seemingly destroyed.]
—"The Mandela Catalogue Volume 4"
"The flicker of a TV illuminated this bedroom, drowning out the darkness with his favorite programs. Do you remember how we became friends? The lights scared off all the monsters, they kept him safe. Do you remember my face? With contorted flesh and broken bones? I made myself known. Do you remember my touch? I cradled him in my arms. My sweet boy. I took him away. Do you remember that night, Murray? When you stare into the mirror, you see the same monsters from your bedroom, don't you? But your skin is not your own. You're not the real y--"
—The Intruder, Volume 4
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