My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.
E. L. DoctorowIt was evident to him that the world composed and recomposed itself constantly in an endless process of dissatisfaction.
E. L. DoctorowAnd so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.
E. L. Doctorow