She could not see where they were headed, nor the place where they'd come from, and thus felt as though time and the world around her transmogrified, became unknowable; it was if she were traveling in a dream.

He'd fallen in love slowly and quietly, and it was a quiet sort of love, full of phrases left unsaid, laced with dreams.

Dreams are for mortals.""Why?""Because they must die.

Is that why you stare at the stars?” he asked. “Are you searching for beauty or dreaming with your eyes wide open?