“Odd snatches of memory, more like dreams.”
“She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.”
“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory... a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream... i want to line the pieces up... yours and mine.”
“Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.”
“Reason and memory are nearly always at odds.”
“If dreams are like movies, the memories are films about ghosts.”