“But it was smell that carried memory.”

“She got under the covers and put her arms around the bag. She could smell Tibby. It used to be she couldn't smell Tibby's smell in the way you couldn't smell your own; it was too familiar. But tonight she could. This was some living part of Tibby still here and she held on to it. There was more of Tibby with her here and now than in what she had seen in the cold basement room that day.”

“My memory is good for some things and not others.”

“Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.”

“One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.”

“I always search for her; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.”

“He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.”