“It's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you've seen, or something you've heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.”
“But you can't unsee something once you've seen it. Not without a memory wipe anyway.”
“How many memories can come through at once before they are just jumbled words and faces mixed together by years of pain?”
“It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.”
“In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?”
“Art makes the familiar strange so that it can be freshly perceived. To do this it presents its material in unexpected, even outlandish ways: the shock of the new.”