“What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”
“I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”
“What we do today, right now, will have an accumulated effect on all our tomorrows.”
“By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishments..”
“When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.”
“What are we, after all, without our memories … without our dreams?”