记忆
We do not own our memories; they own us.
Memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events.
A nation without memory is a nation without a future.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
A story is a way of preserving memory.