“Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.”
“The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.”
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
“One uses power by grasping it lightly. To grasp too strongly is to be taken over by power, and thus to become its victim.”
“You only find yourself bending over backwards when the bar is too low.”
“Some secrets are like fossils and the stone has become too heavy to turn over.”