The memories: they are the reality. — Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
The memories: they are the reality. — Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
The memories: they are the reality. — Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
The memories: they are the reality. — Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
The memories: they are the reality. — Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
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The memories: they are the reality.

— Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes
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More “Memory” Quotes

I make a rule never to remember anything before last week. It makes life more interesting — Jude Morgan, Indiscretion
Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch — Ivan Goncharov, Oblomov
Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and i — W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
... and then beginning to go back to what you can't even remember. — Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played. — Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
That’s a bit sweeping. Sometimes it takes a while to find out how good or bad something has been. — Sophie Page, To Marry a Prince
Only one who loves can remember so well. — Anton Chekhov, Selected Stories
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night—little flakes of me — C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost — Kevin Arnold
I remember everything about it—with an effort. I see it all, as divers see what is going on above them, through a medium — J. Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
I had been riding horses before my memory kicked in, so my life with horses had no beginning. It simply appeared from th — Monty Roberts, The Horses in My Life
Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged i — Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall