“A definite picture that he knew he had never seen in reality— remained within him more real than any actual memory.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com
“We know that in his work Proust did not describe a life as it actually was, but a life as it was remembered by the one who had lived it. And yet even this statement is imprecise and far too crude. For the important thing for the remembering author is not what he experienced, but the weaving of his m…”— Walter Benjamin, amazon.com
“The meaning of what actually happens and appears while it is happening is revealed when it has disappeared.”— Hannah Arendt, amazon.com