Memories are made of peculiar stuff, elusive and yet compelling, powerful and vague.
One cannot reckon on his memories, and yet there is no other reality than the one we carry in our memory.
Every moment that we live derives its meaning from the proceeding one.
Present tense and future would be meaningless if the traces of the past were erased from our consciousness.
Nothing stands between us and our faculty of memory, a problematic and fragile bulwark.
Klaus Mann, The Turning Point