“Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still real in memory as they were in flesh. Loving and beloved forever...”

“This is my first real memory of James. In every memory before that, he’s just a flash of color, a warm body with a blurred face, a comforting voice begging me not to die. When he planted himself between our father and me that day, an eight-year-old with small fists clenched at his sides, I think I fell in love with my brother.”

“people die, but real love is forever”

“Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers.”

“But even though I was with my father again, I never felt really secure deep down. I don't know how to put it exactly, but things were never really settled inside me. I always had this feeling like, I don't know, like somebody was putting something over on me, like my real father had disappeared forever and, to fill the gap, some other guy was sent to me in his shape.”

“Sarah: "Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever...”