“They have not considered that memories are like corks left out of bottles. They swell. They no longer fit.”
“When I opened up the bottle of wine, Thebes said whoa, you yanked that cork out of there like you were saving it from drowning. She got out her markers and drew a screaming face on the cork.”
“Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.”
“He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody needs to cork it!”
“Life," Garp wrote, "is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs when those who are meant to peter out have petered out. All that is left is memory. But even a nihilist has memory.”
“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.”