“Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.”

“Memories were fine, but you couldn't touch them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, & they faded w/ time”

“Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.”

“Thoughts were nothing. Memories were nothing. They were nothing you could touch. They took no time. You could fit them all on the point of a pin. You could bring your entire world into doubt in a span of a few seconds.”

“He loved the smell and feel of old books. To hold them was to touch the past.”

“There are some things that don't change much. I find the smell of a dish, or the way a certain spice is crushed, or just a quick look at the way something has been put on a plate, can pull me back to another place and time. I love those memories that seem so far away, yet you can hold them and carry them with you, even forget them, and then, with a single taste or hint or a smell, be chaperoned back to a beautiful moment.”