Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
The memories we create are the architecture of our identity.
The things I remember best are the things I shouldn't do.
Memories are like moonbeams; we do with them what we will.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.