But Sometimes What We Call 'memory' And

But As Long As You Remember What You Have Seen, Then Nothing Is Gone. As Long As You Remember, It Is Part Of This Story We Have Together.

I Write In Order To Find Out What I Truly Know And How I Really Feel About Certain Things. Writing Requires Me To Go Much Deeper Into My Thoughts And Memories Than Conversation Does. Writing Provides The Solitude Necessary To Reflect On Being In This World.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

The Snow ... Came In Thick Tufts Like New Wool - Washed Before The Weaver Spins It.

You Don't Have Anything If You Don't Have The Stories.