Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

No one really remembers anything five minutes after it happens.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Memory is this, not the target dead on centerbut the hurt unwept.

It's all right, Ginny. It's over. It's just a memory.

Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.

What has been forgotten.... is never something purely individual.

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

The memory is a muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it gets.

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

From one moment to another memory steps back to rediscover the past

Entre más recordamos, más cerca estamos de la muerte.