Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't.
(pl. ) of Memory
There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.
Yes. I remember.His voice had deepened. Mina did, too, every conversation they’d had over breakfast, and it made her heart ache. Such a strange thing... She suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.
One day, I will look up and all the people I know will be dead or abroad.
Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.
Every man has two lives: The first one is the one we are living now and the second one is our memories! Memories are our invisible lives. But you must know that it is your first life that creates your...
were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell youthat in my death the light that shone through my painful darknesswas a blinding vision of your eternal smile?cold scalpel's steel whispers te...
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? T...
You are not a ghost.' I was sure of that. Wherever the dreams came from, they were not really her.'Of course I am.' Amy shook her head. 'That is all memories are. Ghosts and demons kicking around upst...
And all love that had overtaken her would have to be a memory, a truck on the interstate roaring up from the left, a thing she must let pass.
And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accor...