“How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.”
“Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.”
“He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.”
“Life is not a problem to be solved but a work to be made, and that work may well utilize much raw material we would prefer to do without.”
“She's clutching the worn leather journal. It's ironic how it now seems like a safety blanket for her, yet to him, it represents a tragic nightmare.”
“But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.”