“I beg you to understand and accept that no matter what name, I am what I am.”

“I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.”

“I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?”

“Once I learned to read, I could not imagine my life otherwise.”

“To lose one’s name is the beginning of forgetting.”

“As I let go of the past, the past let go of me. ”

“Between the covers a book can be a sin. I have spent many hours in search of a waking dream. And once having learned to read, I couldn’t imagine my life otherwise. The indifferent children around me didn’t share my enthusiasm for the written word. Some might sit for a good story while told, but if a book had no pictures they showed scant interest.”