“You’re still the green-grey eyes, the laugh that warms me. You’re still the unbrushed hair. And I promise I’ll run my fingers through the tangles. Promise I’ll kiss every lonely strand, every broken follicle. Until you can taste the forever on my lips.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I called you last night. Because I saw the picture, because I wanted to know if your voice still sounded like Saturday mornings with closed blinds, an old truck with the windows down on the highway in the sticky-hot Western sun. Yes, you did. Your voice brought me to all the places I’d been searchin…”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I can close my eyes and still remember the way the earth smelled like gravel and sunburnt skin, the cheap gas-station vodka burning my throat, a boy’s hand on the small of my back, the black, black sky watching my every move.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Whenever I was dizzy and drunk on freedom and loneliness I would look up to right myself again. And the sky, those roads, these stars would guide my tired heart home.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”— Michael Faudet, amazon.com
“What you remember about your life is what makes you you, and me me. Take away my memories, and what is left? My nose. My glasses. Even my jokes will not be the same if I don’t have a memory.”— Stepan Pachikov, medium.com
“One who writes memoir wishes to step into that light, not to see one's own face—that is not possible—but to feel the length of shadow cast by the night.”— Patricia Hampl, amazon.com
“True memoir is written, like all literature, in an attempt to find not only a self but a world.”— Patricia Hampl, amazon.com
“If we learn not only to tell our stories but to listen to what our stories tell us—to write the first draft and then return for the second draft—we are doing the work of memory.”— Patricia Hampl, amazon.com
“The past cannot be recaptured. Memory is overlaid with later memory, mangled by self-justification and self-pity, guarded by self-interest, rent by great gaps of forgetfulness.”— Herbert A. Simon, amazon.com
“Time, memory, loss, and love are my artistic concerns, but time, among all of them, becomes the determinant.”— Sally Mann, theguardian.com
“I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.”— Richard Paul Evans, amazon.com
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.”— Milan Kundera, amazon.com
“All I remember of my childhood is one day it wasn't there anymore.”— Umberto Contarello, Paolo Sorrentino, Lenny Belardo, Jude Law, imdb.com