“Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.”
“Flesh does strange things to memory. Pain and joy both alter it. When you are happy, you remember things one way. When you are sad, you remember them another. And sometimes the flesh does not admit that memory is real at all or plucks false memories out of thin air.”
“Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?”
“Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.”
“But he photographs, they were irreplaceable. How should you determine the financial worth of a memory, one that looks at you, makes the world stop turning and takes your breath...”
“One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.”