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“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, The Garden of Evening Mists

“We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox

“I have been held in an embrace so strong by the journey that I find I have relinquished the will to arrive.”
― Rose Tremain

“Sleep came to me like a thin tide of water. It would lap against my body but never submerge me.”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites