Ann

“Occasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Silk

“It seemed to me then that if there was an admonition, it was simply this: we have no right to let go of so much that has shaped us; we shouldn't be allowed to forget.”
― Sue Miller, While I Was Gone