Beatriz Baptista’s Reviews > The Memory Police > Status Update

"I remember hearing a saying long ago: Men who start by burning books end by burning other men," I said.

“You may think that the memories themselves vanish every time there's a disappearance, but that's not true. They're just floating in a pool where the sunlight never reaches. All you have to do is plunge your hand in and you're bound to find something. Something to bring back into the light. You have to try. I can't just stand by watching as your soul withers."

"I don't know. Because I don't even know
what it is I should be remembering. What's gone is gone completely. I have no seeds inside me, waiting to sprout again. I have
to make do with a hollow heart full of holes. That's why I'm jealous of your heart, one that offers some resistance, that is tantalizingly transparent and yet not, that seems to change as the light shines on it at different angles.”

"My memories don't feel as though they've been pulled up by the root, Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear."