“That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.”
“The world [...] an endless battle of contrasting memories.”
“What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?”
“And as man turned from the light of day, all that was left to him was the endless night. Without contrast, he threw open his arms, and darkness took hold.”
“for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.”
“What are we, after all, without our memories … without our dreams?”