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"What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them."
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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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"What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them."
Memory
"The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing."
Change
"Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another."
Life
"In all nations an exceptional man exists that compensates the deficiencies of the remainder. In those moments, when humanity is found collectively in a state of decadence, there always remain those exceptional beings as point of reference."
Humanity
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