Ancak içimizdeki çocuğun gözünden görülebilen "daha fazla" bir dünya. Zaman ve hayat ekseninde insanların ve anıların nasıl değiştiği, detayların soluklaşması. Bu değişimler içinde yakınınızdaki insanlara yabancılaşma ve onları kaybetme korkusu. Neil Gaiman'dan Ocean at the end of the Lane.

"You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear."

"I don't remember how the dreams started. But that's how the way of dreams isn't it?" (Sf. 35)

She shrugged. "Once you've been around a bit, you get to know stuff."
I kicked a stone. "By 'a bit', do you mean 'a really long time'?"
She nodded.
"How old are you, really?" I asked.
I thought for a while. Then I asked, "How long have you been eleven for?" She smiled at me. (Sf. 40)

"All the fighting and the dreams. It's about money, isn't it?"
"I'm not sure," said Lettie, and she seemed so grown-up then that I almost scared of her.
"Whatever's happening," she said, eventually, "it can all be sorted out." (Sf. 41)

"That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together..." (Sf. 61)

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things. (Sf. 69)

Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find spaces between fences. (Sf. 76)

"I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world." She thought for moment. Then she smiled, "Except for Granny, of course." (Sf. 152)

Different people remembers things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and they could be continents away for all it means anything. (Sf. 236)