"Sometimes you risk everything for a life worth living, even if you're not the one that'll be alive to see… — Cherie Dimaline

She’d collected the dreams like bright beads on a string of nights that wound around her each day, every day until this one. (p173)

We go to the schools and they leach the dreams from where our ancestors hid them, in the honeycombs of slushy marrow buried in our bones. And us? Well, we join our ancestors, hoping we left enough dreams behind for the next generation to stumble across. (p90)

"...When we heal our land, we are healed also." (p193)