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

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.

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

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

The lies we tell about ourselves may be more revealing than the truths we incautiously reveal.

Perfection can only be reached on the eyes of the one that loves you

Everything changes but change.

I know people go on about Twitter, but it is amazing. It's whatever you want it to be, and all the women got in there before the boys.

If Sun were to hand the management of Java over to a committee of monkeys, would it be more successful?

Ultimately, what audiences respond to is truth. Even as fantastical as the story can be, and out there, at its core, it's dealing with loss, madness and mortality.

We came from the sea originally, now we're going back in it. Don't go in it, unless you're in a boat.

There is something that feels stagnant about having things you don't use or wear. But shoes are my thing. Shoes and scarves, I'm a big fan of the scarf.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.