“Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars" - she paused at remembered sweetness - "we were so foolish then...thinking there was a big ol' world out there to conquer.”

“On the day they dropped the bomb Frank had a tablespoon and a Mason jar. What he was doing was spooning different kinds of bugs into the jar and making them fight....I can remember other bug fights we staged later on...They won't fight unless you keep shaking the jar.”

“Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stations We crossed cities that turn-tabled all dayAnd vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")”

“Think of me, think of me fondlyWhen we've said goodbyeRemember me once in a whilePlease promise me, you'll try...Recall those days, look back on all those timesThink of those things we'll never doThere will never be a dayWhen I won't think of you...Can it be? Can it be Christine...Long ago, it seems so long agoHow young and innocent we wereShe may not remember meBut I remember her”

“I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go on until you remember what was there before you were in the world. ”

“Oh, I remember, I remember all those moments! And I want to add, too, that when such young creatures, such sweet young creatures want to say something so clever and profound, they show at once so truthfully and naively in their faces, "Here I am saying something clever and profound now" — and that is not from vanity, as it is with any one like me, but one sees that she appreciates it awfully herself, and believes in it, and thinks a lot of it, and imagines that you think a lot of all that, just as she does. Oh, truthfulness! It's by that they conquer us. How exquisite it was in her!”