“I am made of memories.”

“I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.”

“I am a miser of my memories of you
And will not spend them.”

“I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.”

“I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.”

“Over Babiy Yar
there are no memorials.
The steep hillside like a rough inscription.
I am frightened.
Today I am as old as the Jewish race.”

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
An echo from another time, another place.”

“I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric…”

“I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases…”

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”