“Here s what I think: when you re born, you re assigned a brain like you re assigned a desk, a nice desk, with plenty of pigeonholes and drawers and secret compartments. At the start, it s empty, and then you spend your life filling it up. You re the only one who understands the filing system, you amass some clutter, sure, but somehow it works: you re asked the capital of Oregon, and you say Salem; you want to remember your first-grade teacher s name, and there it is, Miss Fox. Then suddenly you re old, and though everything s still in your brain, it s crammed so tight that when you try to remember the name of the guy who does the upkeep on your lawn, your first childhood crush comes fluttering out, or the persistent smell of tomato soup in a certain Des Moines neighborhood.”
“Senja yang retak. Kapalkapal berlayar membawa kenangan. Airmatamu menjelma puisi paling duri, paling angin.”
“Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.”
“Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.”
“She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.”
“Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was.”
“I d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”
“Man s memory shapes Its own Eden within”
“Memory is a queer creature, an eccentric curator.”
“I have a bad memory. Every day seems new to me.”
“I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.”
“By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself.”