“Memories were fine, but you couldn't touch them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, & they faded w/ time”
“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.”
“There were some memories, though, that never faded.”
“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.”
“Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.”
“Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That's all her life had consisted of, really. She'd told Maddox that she'd been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she'd been starved for touch. Any touch.”