I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

The house, the pond, the tree-it was all both overwhelmingly familiar and different from what she remembered-smaller and shabbier, somehow. It was like waking up to find that your reflection in the mirror had aged overnight, or had sprouted a new mole: You were forced to admit that things changed, whether you gave them permission to or not.

The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.

And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.