Alan Wake

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I need the Clicker! Hahaha!

✍︎ There was something hidden under it. She strained to see. The opposite of sunspots in her eyes. Blacker than black.

Lady, you’ve got darkness on the brain. I-- I think I can help you if I can get the lights on in here.

✍︎ "Pinning the murder on the Bookers would have fixed this whole god damn mess. But their kind always sticks together. I reckon we should show the bitch who's boss, Thornton." Shadows crept over Mulligan and Thornton. Inside them. They grinned.

Wait, this isn’t right. I haven't written anything. (Door: He’s so humble.)

Guess the laugh’s on me then.

The Clicker. "Magical" doesn’t quite cover it. Scratch wants it to bring about his ending. That can’t happen. If I can get the Clicker, I-- I can send him back to the Dark Place, make all this shit go away!

✍︎ The writer of the first word / Not the writer of the last / With the terror of the light / And the shadow cast // The third eye now opened / To project the night / This is the moment / To write

It’s not that… They’re their own thing. They’ve gone with choices that are different from mine. I-- I feel protective about my stories, and these adaptations… I don’t know, I guess I just wish I could have been more involved in making them.

Often what you write isn’t anywhere near as important as what you imply. There are things out there that will take advantage of your mistakes.

✍︎ The taken stood before me. It was impossible to focus on it, as if it stood in a blind spot caused by a brain tumor or an eye disease. It was bleeding shadows like ink underwater, like a cloud of blood from a shark bite.

✍︎ The surface disturbed / The reflection now a traitor / In the cavity of the skull / Turned to a crater

✍︎ I had to find a way to get ahead of the Dark Presence. Get ahead of Scratch. I knew how this worked now. I was in control now.

✍︎ When Barry saw the darkness attack the Visitor Center, it made him a believer. The men Al said he'd shot -- they hadn't been just locals on crank.

(Hartman: I don’t blame you for it.) Big of you.

I can’t tell reality from dream anymore. But it seems I have an imaginary editor to help me. She’s an old woman in a funeral dress. I call her Barbara Jagger. She’s very strict.

But what if I forget why I stopped? What if I forget I stopped at all? That is fucked up-- if that happens, I’ll start writing again.

(Alice: Shhhh, baby, just another nightmare. Everything’s fine. You dozed off.) Right. Anything more than "dozed off" would be news for everyone.

I feel like I’ve always been on this journey. It must end here. This darkness. What lies under the surface now shifts. A play of shadows catching my eye. Thrusting my face into the water… It’s shockingly cold-- past the mirror of the surface, and I will see.

Give me the gun. (Mott: Heh. No can do, Wake.) Are you kidding?! Give me the gun!