Mindy had explained that a lot of things had ghosts, not just people. Animals, machines, even things as vast as a paved - over forest or as humble as the smell of good cooking could leave traces of...

Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were...

I have no earliest memories, Archivist. Every day of my life in Papa Song was as uniform as the fries we vended.

At first I thought common nouns were hardest hit, coffee and doorway and so on, but it soon became clear that the missing were mostly adjectives.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the...

... walking down the same street that, I suspect, is the overlay of many streets. I also know that some memories are later fabrications: fantasies crafted during a conversation... Remembering,...

A voracious reader with a large memory for what she read

Memories are worse than bullets

Like many men, by then my father was beginning to suspect that he stopped being a young man, and he often revisited the scenes of his early youth, looking for answers to questions he still didn't...

…Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak - and then as...

What is a memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?

You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.

No matter what tears were shed or what trials were faced, some things would stay the same. There would always be day and night, stars and sky, hope and rest. There would always be love, always...

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

But when she put her fingers into the water and pulled a marble out, it was small by comparison with those still in the glass, and unimportant, too. It was like the difference between what you long...

Give me homesickness. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings.

He did not understand how such a short time in this house could have returned him to adolescence. He could package the place as hell's interpretation of the Fountain of Youth and make a fortune: just...

She let Howard reinvent, retouch. When, on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Jerome had played his parents an ethereal, far more beautiful version of 'Hallelujah' by a kid called Buckley, Kiki...

I have often been asked where the inspiration for my books comes from. I wouldn’t know how to answer. On the journey of life, I accumulate experiences that get imprinted in the deepest layers of...

She had had to weave love with memories...

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.

Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.

I've lived my life again just telling it to you.

People getting older become more fond of objects. I think this is true. Particular things. A leather-bound book, a piece of furniture, a photograph, a painting, the frame that holds the painting....

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

Easier to understand the wind . . . Easier to walk on the surface of the frothing sea, than to remember the hunger to do it. Easier to remember knowledge than ignorance, experience than innocence....

human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions

Life, he knew, had meaning and was fully possessed only as it was remembered and reshaped.

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.