"It was blurred in his memory, it had the melting, cotton-candy texture of dreams or of waking actions performed under a light haze of drugs."

"At such times one sees everything and remembers it all. I know from personal experience. I wish I did not."

"It was as if the body disdained memory... or refused the responsibility of it."

"Some things you never forgot. She had come to believe that the very things the practical world dismissed as ephemera—things like songs and moonlight and kisses—were sometimes the things that lasted the longest. They might be foolish, but they defied forgetting. And that was good. That was good."