“I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.”

“I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my life to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each place;Where'er I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my love good-bye.”

“I once had a book on the stars but now I don't. My memory serves but not stellar, ha. So I made up constellations. I made a Bear and a Goat but maybe not where they are supposed to be, I made some for the animals that once were, the ones I know about.”

“I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.”

“Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.”

“I could not ask for forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.”