“It's raining. So I should remember.Something.Someone.The water is gathering inside of me.Who do I remember?I don't know.I'm drowning.I remember to breathe.I remember to breathe.I remember.I.”

“Ky's story, bit by bit, is turning to ash and nothing. Except. He remembers it, and now I do, too.”

“I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.”

“It's never really lost to you as long as you remember it.”

“The darkness behind doesn't worry me; neither do the stars ahead. I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth so you always remember where you came from, how hard walking could be.”

“A little surge of bitterness goes through me like someone's shot it right into my veins with a syringe. But I know how to get over the feeling: remember that it doesn't do any good.”

“My words never last long. I have to destroy them before anyone sees them. But. I remember them all. For some reason, the act of writing them down makes me remember. Each word I write brings me closer to finding the right ones. And when I see Ky again, which I know will happen, I will whisper the words I have written in his ear, against his lips. and they will change from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.”