I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn'tactually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in yourmind?

(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;I remember all you forget.I will die as many timesas you make me over again.

The only thing I have left to remember her by is the scent of her perfume. I just broke into her car and stole the bottle.

You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon—

I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

people say life is short.life's not short—it's long.the memory of a human being: that's what's short.

A memory is made up of pieces of information taken in and processed by the brain in a way that is unique to each individual.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

Aygi Cycle (4)Coarse hawthornbeloved uncle'smemory entwinedamong itsgnarled andarmored limbscopy ofLolita byhis deathbed

Memory is like a curse. We fall into eternity, and memory is a weight that keeps pulling us to where we can never go back to.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.