“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”
“It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.”
“Somewhere you are holding the person I love," the boy said. "So, when I look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want to return to her, and I need your help so that I can turn myself into the wind.”
“...you lifted the veil when you admitted you had no memory of that day - it was so special and your lack of recall so monstrous...”
“...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...”
“Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.”