“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It's why it's important, remembering things. It's why it matters, when the memories aren't there, and no one fills in the gaps for you.”

“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It's why it's important, remembering things. It's why it matters, when the memories aren't there, and no one fills in the gaps for you.”

“Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.”

“You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't plan who you're going to fall in love with. It's all random - chance accidents of time and place.”

“Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.”

“There's this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.”

“There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.”

“Change & transformation. That kind of magic.”

“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It's why it's important, remembering things. It's why it matters, when the memories aren't there, and no one fills in the gaps for you.”

“But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other.”

“There is always that choice, the light or the dark”