“Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?”
“Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?”
“Why did *I* lock the door? Why did YOU lock the door? Someone locked the door...”
“If men are naturally in a state of war, why do they always carry arms and why do they have keys to lock their doors?”
“It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?”
“Kaylee do you know why you are here?" "Yeah. Because the doors are locked.”