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"Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after... you know... after the funeral we haven't had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you'd be more mature now that Jud's gone," her father had disappointedly added. "How much'd that cake cost you?" "It's paid for," Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. "I used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy's last year and I... it was my birthday, dad!" "You can't even be normal about this one thing, can you?" her father had complained. Mandy hadn't cried, she'd only stared back knowingly, her voice shaky. "...I'm normal."
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money
mourning
grief
loss
depression
death-of-a-sibling
sibling
brother
cake
argument
birthday
funeral
parent
normal
father
memory
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her hands and spun her around in the front yard of their old clapboard house, yellow grass under their feet and a cobalt-blue sky with white clouds drifting above. Mandy could almost feel the late summer breeze as she gazed deeply into the print, watching the flamboyant colors come to life. She hung it up to dry on two wooden clothespins hanging from a string above her.
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photography
poverty
arents
coal-mine
darkroom
kodachrome
print
retro
dancing
coal
canada
memory
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not, depending on the tide. History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities, surface towards us, then sink away. Some we hook out, others we ignore, and as the pattern changes, so does the meaning. We cannot rely on the facts. Time, which returns everything, changes everything.
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time
history
meaning
life
objectivity
subjectivity
memory
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I have forgotten more of my life than I remember, and with my forgetting I have lost my being.
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memory
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Russell Hoban |
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I also knew you wouldn't remember this trip, because you're only five years old, and our pediatrician had told us that children don't starting building memories of things until after they turn six. When I realized that, that I was ten and you were only five, I thought, fuck. But of course I didn't say so out loud. I just thought, fuck, silently, to myself. I realized that I'd remember everything and you maybe wouldn't remember anything. I needed to find a way to help you remember, even if it was only through things I documented for you, for the future. And that's how I became a documentarist and a documentarian at the same time. (p 213)
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documentary
memory
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Valeria Luiselli |
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Please God, whatever I was I am no longer....All is forgotten, if not forgiven--it could have come to that. But I don't trust the thought. I don't know if it's because it would be too easy or too terrible to imagine no one cares anymore.
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time
self-knowledge
remorse
insignificance
memory
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Tim Winton |
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Marina wouldn't want to be remembered because she dead. She would want to be remembered because she's good.
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being-remembered
talent
memory
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Anne Fadiman |
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You used to say you would never forget me. That made me feel like the cherry blossom, here today and gone tomorrow; it is not the kind of thing one says to a person with whom one proposes to spend the rest of one's life, after all. And, after all that, for three hundred and fifty-two in each leap year, I never think about you, sometimes. I cast an image into the past, like a fishing line, and up it comes with a gold mask on the hook, a mask with real tears at the ends of its eyes, but tears that are no longer anybody's tears. Time has drifted over your face.
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memory
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Angela Carter |
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Everyone remembers things which never happened. And it is common knowledge that people often forget things which did. Either we are all fantasists and liars or the past has nothing definite in it.
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lies
reality
truth
memory
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she would never grow restless and fickle, and see to replace me. So you see, not exactly the sentiments of a great and terrible love affair.
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love-affair
memory
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Jacqueline Carey |
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It will be as if we never existed if our history cannot be read.
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life-quotes
legacy
writing-down
remember
memory
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Minette Walters |
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She has only a ghostplay on some frayed screen of memory, which she takes to be the present.
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the-only-story
memory-loss
memory
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Julian Barnes |
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This last isn't something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.
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the-sense-of-an-ending
memory
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Julian Barnes |
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Pomieszczenie wygladalo tak, jak je zapamietalem. Albo wygladalo, jak gdyby bylo takie, jakim je zapamietalem, gdyz z reguly wspomnienia dopasowuja sie niezauwazalnie do rzeczy i miejsc z odwiedzanej przeszlosci.
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memory
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John Banville |
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When he looked back at the menu as an old man, it brought back everything; the food, the wine, the private dining room, the pride he took in being able to pay for such a dinner, the convergence of his life as a writer and his life as an oenophile, the conviviality that grew as the night continued and everyone had a little too much to drink but not enough to impair the quality of the conversation, some of which, I feel sure, was about the wines themselves.
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food
wine
memory
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Anne Fadiman |
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Tu eres tu propio enemigo, Ryan. Empieza por perdonarte, si no te perdonas vas a vivir siempre prisionero del pasado, castigado por la memoria, que es subjetiva.
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past
perdón
memoria
enemy
pasado
forgiveness
memory
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Isabel Allende |
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He would come to feel that history, even more than memory, distorts the present of the past by focusing on big events and making one forget that most people living in the present are otherwise preoccupied, that for them omens often don't exist.
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memory
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Tracy Kidder |
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If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.
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ill
time
death
share
remember
thought
dying
memory
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Mitch Albom |
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Geschichten sind unser Gedachtnis, Bibliotheken die Lagerstatten fur dieses Gedachtnis und Lesen das Handwerk, mit dem wir dieses Gedachtnis neu erschaffen konnen, indem wir es rezitieren und glossieren, es wieder in unsere eigene Erfahrung ruckubersetzen und so auf dem aufbauen, was fruhere Generationen fur bewahrenswert hielten.
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reception
readers
memory
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Alberto Manguel |