“Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.”

“It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.”

“[Memory]... is a system of near-infinite complexity, a system that seems designed for revision as much as for replication, and revision unquestionably occurs. Details from separate experiences weave together, so that the rememberer thinks of them as having happened together. The actual year or season or time of day shifts to a different one. Many details are lost, usually in ways that serve the self in its present situation, not the self of ten or twenty or forty years ago when the remembered event took place. And even the fresh memory, the 'original,' is not reliable in a documentary sense....Memory, in short, is not a record of the past but an evolving myth of understanding the psyche spins from its engagement with the world.”

“Ultimately, my love saved me, for my love gave me strength. At night, when sleep was sunwilling to rescue me, I gritted my teeth and devoured my fondest memories.”

“And when you love a book, commit one glorious sentence of it-perhaps your favorite sentence-to memory. That way you won't forget the language of the story that moved you to tears.”

“Love brings up our unresolved feelings . One day we are feeling loved , and the next day we are suddenly afraid to trust love .The painful memories of being rejected begin to surface when we are faced with trusting and accepting our partner's love .”

“His memory is compromised,' Lidewij said. 'If only my memory would compromise,' Van Houten responded.”