“...and memory, however sad, is the best and purest link between this world and a better. But come! I'll tell you a story of another kind.”

“Twenty thousand days and nights in one place, each layered and trapped and folded on top of the last, the creases in her hands, the aches between her vertebrae. Embryo, seed coat, endosperm: What is a seed if not the purest kind of memory, a link to every generation that has gone before it?”

“A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.”

“A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.”

“A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.”

“I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.”