“What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?”

“We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.”

“Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.”

“We all have memories that are good, and some that are not so good. But if we focus on the ones that make us smile, it’s easier to forget the ones that don't.”

“Sometimes the best reminders are the memories we choose to forget.”

“Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one's self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”