“Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.”

“What he was now seeing was the street lonely, savage, and cool. That was it: cool; he was thinking, saying aloud to himself sometimes, “I better move. I better get away from here.”But something held him, as the fatalist can always be held: by curiosity, pessimism, by sheer inertia.”

“The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene ...”

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”

“Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.”

“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.”

“(...) next year she would have another birthday, and if she just remembered to get into bed left foot first and to turn the pillow over before she went to sleep, who knows what might happen?”