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"Memory is a few lines snipped from a larger story that we are privileged to tuck away between the pages of our minds."
"Maybe I have never had the Christmas I remember, since we never remember the event itself but just the last time we revisited the memory. I have woven together a few dozen scraps (the Sears catalog, my father videoing everything we did, Christmas parties and visits with Santa) and pretended they amount to one perfect, cohesive moment, but I am as guilty as baby-boomers, who dictated unconsciously that all the songs they listened to in 1963 would be the timeless Christmas standards of today."
"But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland."
"My life is an open book; at least this photo album."
"When our consciousness has become a haven of illusions, our mind may have a hard time to fight the maze in our thinking. Only anchor points from our past and the innocence of our childhood might give back the core of what we are. ['Not without the past']"
"Memory may be pig-headed and want us to follow its whims along the blips and dips of our time line. ['All the words he always wanted to tell her.']"
"What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not."
Explore more quotes by John Geddes
"I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17..."
"You want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you're wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don't seem to care..."
"If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain..."
"Last night, lost in spaces between star-bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you."
"Yes I understand your spells-your sex magic-at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in..."
"I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you..."
"I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists..."
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