Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

Some people say the rain with no purpose and others say with memories and wishes

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life.

I thought you had forgotten me.”“I have spent my life remembering you.

Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand

Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

I remember the day coach decided to bench me. We were walking in a botanical garden.

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.