“Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings.”

“The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.”

“Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.”

“I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.”

“I'm so sorry, Henri," I whisper in his ear. I close my eyes. "I love you. I wouldn't have missed a second of it, either. Not for anything," I whisper. "I'm going to take you back yet. Somehow I am going to get you back to Lorien. We always joked about it but you were my father, the best father I could have ever asked for. I'll never forget you, not for a minute for as long as I live. I love you, Henri. I always did.”

“If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.”

“-Siempre hay esperanza, Henri - [...]-Es lo último que se pierde - dice Henri-. Cuando has perdido la esperanza, lo has perdido todo. Y cuando crees que todo está perdido, cuando todo se ve gris y sombrío, siempre hay esperanza. [pp. 333]”