Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.I never die.

That's just the way it is. I'll always remember. She's forgotten.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

The memory of the aged becomes clearer and clearer with time. It has no pity.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

Slavery is a memory of something we cannot remember, and yet we cannot forget.

Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.

We are the things we don't remember,the blank spaces, the forgotten words.

,,,we forget our good actions only slowly, and in fact never truly forget them.

Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

MISS PRISMMemory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Sometimes I long to forget… It is painful to be conscious of two worlds.