Essex: Tell me, is Saint Christopher as good a player as they say he is?
Grigor: He is good, but too serious
Essex: and not very talkative.
Grigor: Talk? Oh, if it is talk you want, come with me Redstone
[Essex is passing as Redstone]
Grigor: ; I know a place. We can have drinks, and talk...
Grigor: ...and talk about life.
Essex: The only thing I've seen is death, or the prospect of it.
Grigor: But that's what makes life worthwhile; every time you cheat death, you feel the pure thrill of life
Grigor: And that is what my job is; that is why I'm so content in this frozen world.
Essex: Tell me, exactly what is your job?
Grigor: to keep the game alive. The game is all that's important. The only intelligent expression left is the game of Quintet. All the elements of life are contained in it; our art, our philosophy, all things of value fit the game. The game is the only thing of value
Vivia, Essex's Wife: [Passing a motionless body] Shouldn't we help him? He's going to freeze to death.
Essex: [Examining the body] He already has.
Ambrosia: Trying to find a meaning where there is none? Death is arbitrary.