" He tried to remember what his mother's hair smelled like, realized he couldn't. He couldn't even remember her face. He could still hear the laughter in the courtyard, could still remember the timbre in Aldeti's viol and the way the candles flickered each time he kissed them good-night. One never forgets the taste of water or the smell of air. But water and air...is only water and air. He could remember the feel of his infant child in his arms twelve years ago, but could he hold on to everything for the rest of his life? They were all irrevocably behind him, now. "

― K.S. Villoso , Jaeth's Eye (The Agartes Epilogues, #1)