For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.

Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?

One can be interested in both fashion and politics, don't you think? They so often go hand in hand. Appearances, saying the right words, making people like you...

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.

Darwin was Wrong! Man's still an ape.

Imperialism is an institution under which one nation asserts the right to seize the land or at least to control the government or resources of another people.

Which country is suffering from too much freedom of speech? Name it, is there one?

I want people to think about the connection between mothers and daughters. I like the idea of continuity of life and generations.

The most you get is what you ask for.

What we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things