“I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.”

“She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, "I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before.”

“She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.”

“I have to know""What? What do you have to know?""What you taste like." Another step.What happens when you know?" she rasped."I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.”

“She was like a star in the sky and I would imagine how she could be mine....”

“And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.”