“What would it be liketo live in a libraryof melted books.With sentences streaming over the floorand all the punctuationsettled to the bottom as a residue.It would be confusing.Unforgivable.A great adventure.”

“When death comes, she said, all that matters is this: to be next to one another. My mother was wearing a silk dress, and as she pressed her fingers into his, all of my father's adventures and hard living melted away. He knew that he had met the woman he would love until he couldn't love anymore.”

“That which would not yield, nor could forget,Which, when it least appear'd to melt,Intensely thought, intensely felt:The deepest ice which ever frozeCan only o'er the surface close;The living stream lies quick below,And flows--and cannot cease to flow.”

“Streams of melting snow.”

“The book was long, and difficult to read, and Klaus became more and more tired as the night wore on. Occasionally his eyes would close. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over.”

“I would be a wedge-tailed eagle. I would only live for the joy of flight. I would soar at great heights, on top of the wind. I would be above everything, over the little towns clinging to the highway. I would be a part of everything.”