“The darkness was memory.”

“The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark”

“She was closed up like a fist. It her very own memory, not theirs, her very own real and terrible and lonely and dark memory.”

“Jewels of the World Memory Where everything gains, Where everything is lost, Where light sleeps and Darkness reins. Memory A footstep washed away, An impression saved. Where time knows no boundaries and washes away. Memory A foreign thought A forged lie, A deformed way that Can’t be bought. Memory A slipped flash, Gone forever from mentality, Encased in darkness and is Nothing but a dash- Memory Compressed to specifics, Denied of choice, Of grace, Left to the efficient. Memory An expectation of retrospect, Penetrating mentality And asking only for respect. Memory Like the evening pond, Encasement of treasures to be held with care, Before they are gone. Memory Something to be kept, Never to be borrowed Or stolen,Or even to be met”

“‎Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.”

“For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...”