“Don’t you understand?” he would say, “You imagine the story better than I remember it.”
“I would like to understand things better, but I don’t want to understand them perfectly.”
“I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.”
“I don’t think I’m special. I want you to know that,” Odile says sharply. “I don’t think I’m better than everybody else.”
“Imagining something is better than remembering something.”
“And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”