“Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.”
“I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.”
“She looked at him in wonder. "Do people think of me like that? I only did what anybody could have done." "That's as it may be," he replied. "The fact is, that you did it.”
“But even though I felt her presence, I also felt the habitual fruitlessness of thinking about her. Her images, partly memories of her, partly memories of photos I had seen of her, yielded no new answers to old mysteries.”
“Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs”
“Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.”