Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you.
A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him.
