Boorrito

“When a memory fails to appear, it seems as though the time when it was created did not really exist, and maybe that is true. Time itself is nothing; only the experience of it is something. When that dies, it assumes the form of a denial, the symbol of mortality, what you have already lost before you lose everything. When his friend had said something similar to his father, his response had been, "If you had to retain everything, you’d explode. There’s simply not enough space for it all. Forgetting is like medicine; you have to take it at the right time.”
― Cees Nooteboom, Roads to Berlin

“We are our secrets, and, if all goes well, we will take them with us to where no-one can touch them.”
― Cees Nooteboom, 's Nachts komen de vossen

“Podkolyosin asked tragically, "Why are you keeping quiet, like the League of Nations?”
― Ilya Ilf, The Twelve Chairs

“Maybe that's what Hell is, in the end. All of your wrongful shit played out there in front of you while you're being pumped from behind by someone you've hurt. That you've screwed over in life. Or worse, worse still...some person who doesn't really love you anymore. No one to ever look at again, make contact with. Just you being fucked as your life splashes out across this big headboard in the Devil's bedroom. Maybe. Even if that's not it, even if Hell is all fire and sulfur and that sort of thing, it couldn't be much worse than that.”
― Neil LaBute, The Mercy Seat: A Play