“What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.”

“I don't like remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don't like feeling things.”

“All of this seems as though it were yesterday, or forever ago, in that crevasse between space and time that stays fixed in the imagination. I remember it all because I remember it all. In crisis with someone you love, the dialogue is as burnished as a scar on a tree.”

“I love you, Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life, only that you did. I don't remember all the things I did wrong. I remember what I did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.”

“I spend all my time trying to keep thoughts away and ignore them....But here you are, trying to remember your own life, writing your thoughts down so that you don't forget. I suddenly realized what it would be like not to know, not to remember.”

“I remember that night fondly. And by fondly, I mean with bitter resentment toward all things alcoholic and with a penis.”