Linza Torte

“I don’t remember who said, Insomnia is the inability to forget.”
― Sigrid Nunez, The Vulnerables

“I did not know whether my wife was alive,”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search For Meaning

“I remember hearing a saying long ago: ‘Men who start by burning books end by burning other men,’ ” I said. “Who said that?” asked the old man, speaking softly and bringing his hand to his chin. “I’ve forgotten, though I’m sure it was someone important. But I wonder if that’s where we’re headed.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“She wanted it to appear to any casual observer that she merely had a headache or was perhaps resting her eyes for a moment. The problem was more serious: she had forgotten how to read. This happened almost daily and she was used to it—she understood it to be a side effect of being unable to stand her job—but lately it had been happening earlier and earlier in the day. The mornings went quickly but the afternoons were deadly. Time slowed and expanded. She wanted to run. By four p.m. she sometimes had to correct the same paper three times. She reread words over and over again, she broke them down into individual syllables, she stared, but if you stare at any word for long enough it loses all meaning and goes abstract. She had had this job for some weeks now, ever since she’d been exiled without explanation from Anton Waker’s research department, and it was becoming gradually less tenable each day.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, The Singer's Gun