“ It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch th… Tan Twan Eng
“ I have lived, I have traveled the world, and now, like a worn-out clock, my life is winding down, the hands slowing, stepping out of the flow of time. If one steps out of time what does one have? Why,… Tan Twan Eng
“ My eyes wondered from one end of the mountains to the other. 'Do you think they go on forever?''The mountains?' Aritomo said, as though he had been asked that question before. 'They fade away. Like al… Tan Twan Eng
“ To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation. Tan Twan Eng
“ Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before… Tan Twan Eng
“ Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analysing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make s… Tan Twan Eng
“ Paraphrasing Yeats: It was as the Irish poet had written, a waste of breath, the years that had gone past, the years to come. There was only the present moment to live and die in. [ref. An Irish Airma… Tan Twan Eng
“ The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself? Tan Twan Eng
