“Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.”
“Forever," I echo, and for the first time, I know that forever is a promise I can keep. I will love her forever, until the world crumbles and this memory is the only thing keeping me sane.”
“There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.”
“I am fashionably unimpressed with the material world. I am moved by the beauty of aspiration, and I hope that I can elevate myself to the standards I have imposed on others.”
“I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever. I am a whisper that never was.”
“How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.”