p. 12 You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
p. 75 He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
p. 131 He though each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
p. 154 He tried to remember the dream but he could not. All that was left was the feeling of it.
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