"For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo."
"What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?"
"It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless."
"He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. They were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt.”
"And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future."
“I'm going to give you the memory of a rainbow.”