“This is the last time I would ever visit the cemetery or my wife's grave, but I didn't want to expend too much effort in trying to remember it. As I said, this is the place where she's never been anything but dead. There's not much value in remembering that.”
“For as much as I hate the cemetery, I’ve been grateful it’s here, too. I miss my wife. It’s easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she’s never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.”
“You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?”
“No, I said. I didn't remember that. There was so much to remember, sometimes the best thing was to forget.”
“- This Indian wife you have...- Had. She's dead.- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring upan unhappy memory.- I can't remember anything unhappyabout Destarte. ”
“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”