“Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.”
“Memory is a slippery thing. When something terrible happens to you, like the loss of someone you love...memory can turn into a soft blanket that hides you from the loss.”
“Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.”
“...pleasure, of course, is a slippery word.... Our pleasures ultimately belong to us, not to the pleasure's source.”
“I see the awakening of consciousness as a series of spaced flashes, with the intervals between them gradually diminishing until bright blocks of perception are formed, affording memory and a slippery hold.”
“Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.”