“Because if memory exists outside of the flesh it won't be memory because it won't know what it remembers so when she became not then half of memory became not and if I become not then all of remembering will cease to be. -Yes he thought Between grief and nothing I will take grief.”

“I don't remember anything about that summer because I existed in a lonely fog of memories, longing, and rejection.”

“When someone close to you dies, the memories and recollections of them are painful. It isn't until the fifth stage of grief that the memories of them stop hurting as much; when the recollections become positive. When you stop thinking about the person's death, and remember all of the wonderful things about their life.”

“someday no one will remember that she ever existed, i wrote in my notebook, and then, or that i did. because memories fall apart, too. and then you’re left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow.”

“Some day no one will remember that she ever existed', I wrote in my notebook, and then, 'or that I did.' Because memories fall apart too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost, but with its shadow.”

“Flesh does strange things to memory. Pain and joy both alter it. When you are happy, you remember things one way. When you are sad, you remember them another. And sometimes the flesh does not admit that memory is real at all or plucks false memories out of thin air.”