Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be. Tan Twan Eng More Quotes by Tan Twan Eng More Quotes From Tan Twan Eng For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past. Tan Twan Eng identity memories past Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again. Tan Twan Eng clouds memories fall Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it. Tan Twan Eng irony accepting world Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people. Tan Twan Eng moments people world To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation. Tan Twan Eng reservations blessing memories A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years. Tan Twan Eng taken sides years I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past. Tan Twan Eng cutting stars memories Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance. Tan Twan Eng sleep morning memories Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain. Tan Twan Eng eating brain memories The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man Tan Twan Eng ink men memories
