“What I caught that winter was a memory of a purpose.”
“Every night, I slip into the empty winter land of memory.”
“But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta”
“Her eyes lit up with wicked glee. "You know what's easier than trying to sneak in?"I shook my head, her Cheshire grin worrying me."Getting caught on purpose.”
“What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?”
“Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.”