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"My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder."
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"When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns."
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"Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket."
Experience
"Novelists do not write as birds sing, by the push of nature. It is part of the job that there should be much routine and some daily stuff on the level of carpentry."
Nature
"What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others."
Man
"Childhood is a disease - a sickness that you grow out of."
Family
"My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder."
Memory
"The journey of life is like a man riding a bicycle. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. We know that if he stops moving and does not get off he will fall off."
Life
"Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind."
Flying
"He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience."
Patience
"The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it."
Writing
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