“It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.”

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

“The train blows through towndelivering reality,slapping my face and screaming,“You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.”

“which so incorruptibly reduced a reality to its color content that it resumed a new existence in a beyond of color, without any previous memories.”

“... it is no longer an organism that functions but a BwO that is constructed. No longer are there acts to explain, dreams or phantasies to interpret, childhood memories to recall, words to make signify; instead there are colors and sounds, becomings and intensities (and when you become-dog, don't ask if the dog you are playing with is a dream or a reality, if it is 'your goddam mother' or something else entirely).”

“Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.”