记忆
"A man's memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands."
"Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven."
"Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us."
"Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin."
"Memory is a fragile thing—easily distorted, easily lost."
"Memory is a sort of punishment for those who have survived."
The dead are never really gone until the living stop remembering them.
"Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin."
Memory is a kind of accomplishment, a sort of renewal even.
"Memory is the diary we all carry about with us."
Memory is what we thought we’d forgotten; it’s also what we thought we’d remember.
History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.
Every immigrant carries an invisible suitcase of memories.
Memory is like a collage - some bits sharp, some faded, all rearranged over time.
Literature is the memory of humanity.
Literature is the memory of humanity, and without it, we are lost.
History is humanity's collective memory.