Memories can bring comfort to the old and infirm, but memories can also be implacable foes, a malicious army of temporal ghosts forever pillaging the long-sought-after peace of our twilight years.

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.

I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.