“We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”

“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”

“We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.”

“That’s another enigma about memory, more basic than all the rest: do recollections have some measurable temporal volume? do they unfold over a span of time? […] And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a moment the way we reread a book or resee a film.”

“We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.”

“Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”