“Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.”

“What are we, after all, without our memories … without our dreams?”

“My best friends are my memories
They're the only ones that save me from misery”

“Ah, we fondly cherish
Faded things
That had better perish.
Memory clings
To each leaf it saves.
Chilly winds are blowing.
It will soon be snowing
On our graves.”

“Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.”

“How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.”

“The power of the ballot we need in sheer defense,
else what shall save us from a second slavery?”

“What need is there to say more?
The childish work for their own benefit,
The buddhas work for the benefit of others.
Just look at the difference between them.”

“Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.”

“Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”