“Memory is a house with ten thousand rooms; it is a village slated to be inundated." from "Village 113”

“it was as if these memories had been hibernating in him, not dead but merely dormant, weathering out, and now they stumbled out of their thousand dens.”

“Twenty thousand days and nights in one place, each layered and trapped and folded on top of the last, the creases in her hands, the aches between her vertebrae. Embryo, seed coat, endosperm: What is a seed if not the purest kind of memory, a link to every generation that has gone before it?”

“What use are memories when memories can do little more than fade?”

“To know her is to realize the thousand forms of inquiry.”

“that a thousand choices were implicit in a single moment.”

“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.”