记忆
Memory is not just personal, it's collective. We remember through others and others remember through us.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
The streets of Paris have a memory of their own.
Memory is like a phantom, or like a friend who betrays you.
Memory is a fragile thing, easily distorted by time and politics.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
The deeper you go into memory, the less certain you become.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The truth is not in the facts, but in the way we remember them.
Memory is not just a personal thing—it is also collective.