'So often in my dreams I am there still, where the ivy tangles. I see my parents standing in front of my house. They are young, and the sun is in their hair. They are calling me to dinner. I run toward them with all my child feelings, hot from play, out of breath, muddy hands, a wiggly tooth - but I do not cross the threshold of my home. I never enter, although I have dreamed this dream thousands of times. For I know that if I go inside, if I take my place at the table, I will have to live my life from that moment all over again, and invariably the weight of this thought awakens me.'
~ What Falls Away