Forgetting is like a great alchemy free of secrets, limpid, transforming everything to the present. In the end it makes our lives into this visible and tangible thing we hold in our hands, with no folds left hidden in the past.

“…every mind is shaped by its own experiences and memories and knowledge, and wh…”

“Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic …”

“A reader of mine is a deluxe reader, not because I’m so great but because in or…”

“I don't know who explained this rule to me; maybe it was the product of my own …”