“If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!”

“No matter how well you think you've hidden, you'll always leave behind a trace. And the more you try to hide that trace, the more obvious and troublesome it will become.”

“Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.”

“A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.”

“Like a milk mustache, faint traces of you persist; love leaves evidence.”

“No, it's okay. It was just … weird. No one has ever called me hot before.”“Really?” Trace frowned. “Well, that changes right now.” He ceased walking, stopping in the dead center of the pathway and reached for my hands. “Jade Cannon, you are totally hot!” Trace announced loudly, and people nearby stopped to stare at us after his outburst. I couldn't help but laugh.”