“I have stood knee-deep in mud, and bone, and filled my lungs with Poison Joke! I have seen two sisters fall! I have lain with holy wars, and copulated with the Nightmarish fallout! I have dug trenches for the refugees! I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws, and starved the masses into faith! A filly’s shadow burned into the brickwork! A house of skulls in the Everfree Forest! The innocent… the innocent, Twilight… trod, and bled, and gassed, and starved, and beaten, and murdered, and enslaved!!! THIS is your coming century!!! THEY will eat them, Twilight!!! THEY will make pigs of you all, and they will bury their snouts into your ribs, and they will EAT… YOUR… HEARTS!!!”
 
“I lay there, and watched the god I had created die… At the end when we were as cold as the stones we had hewn his body from, when the lights were nearly all extinguished, we heard in the silent distance the PonyPigs singing to one another… Then, as the last lights were gone, and we lay together in the deep, they drifted away and all was silent–such a silence I had never known… And as the dust settled on my opened eye, and we lay together embraced forever, I heard, miles above us, the sounds of Ponyville turning over in its sleep… A church bell ringing out… And in that moment, the new century was born…”