Health is a return to our memory of wholeness.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
we are nothing more than the sum of our memories and experiences
Our memory tells us stories, that is, what we get to keep from our experiences is a story.
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.