The Memory Police Quotes

“Men who start by burning books end by burning other men,”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“Memories are a lot tougher than you might think. Just like the hearts that hold them.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“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.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“If you read a novel to the end, then it’s over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I’d much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s a place out there where people whose hearts aren’t empty can go on living.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“...he has never read a single page of any of my books.
Once, when I told him I'd love to know what he thinks of them, he demurred.
"I couldn't possibly say," he said. "If you read a novel to the end, then it's over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I'd much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.”
― Yōko Ogawa, Cristallisation secrète

“When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“In general,” he continued, “most things you worry about end up being no more than that—just worries.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“Time is a great healer. It just flows on all of its own accord.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“His soul is too dense. If he comes out, he'll dissolve into pieces, like a deep-sea fish pulled to the surface too quickly. I suppose my job is to go on holding him here at the bottom of the sea.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I sometimes wonder what I'd see if I could hold your heart in my hands," I told him. "I imagine it fitting perfectly in my palms, soft and slippery, like gelatin that hasn't quite set. It might wobble at the slightest touch, but I sense I'd need to hold it carefully, so it wouldn't slip through my fingers. I also imagine the warmth of the thing. It's usually hidden deep inside, so it's much warmer than the rest of me. I close my eyes and sink into that warmth, and when I do, the sensations of all the things that have disappeared come back to me. I can feel all the things you remember, there in my hands. Doesn't that sound marvelous?”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“They may be nothing more than scraps of paper, but they capture something profound. Light and wind and air, the tenderness or joy of the photographer, the bashfulness or pleasure of the subject. You have to guard these things forever in your heart. That’s why photographs are taken in the first place.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“People—and I’m no exception—seem capable of forgetting almost anything, much as if our island were unable to float in anything but an expanse of totally empty sea.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined. If my body were cut up in pieces and those pieces mixed with those of other bodies, and then if someone told me, “Find your left eye,” I suppose it would be difficult to do so.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“No one can erase the stories!”
― Yōko Ogawa, Cristallisation secrète

“Your heart and mine are being pulled apart to such different, distant places. Yours is overflowing with warmth and life and sounds and smells, but mine is growing cold and hard at a terrifying pace. At some point it will break into a thousand pieces, shards of ice that will dissolve.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I suppose memories live here and there in the body. But they're invisible, aren't they? And no matter how wonderful the memory, it vanishes if you leave it alone. If no one pays attention to it. They leave no trace, no evidence that they ever existed.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“No matter how careful we are, we all leave behind little bits of ourselves as we go about our lives. Hair, sweat, fingernails, tears…any of which can be tested. No one can escape.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“Maybe there’s a place out there where people whose hearts aren’t empty can go on living.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I thought I could hear the sound of my memory burning that night.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“When the surface of your soul begins to stir, I imagine you want to capture the sensation in writing.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“What can the people on this island create?” I went on. “A few kinds of vegetables, cars that constantly break down, heavy, bulky stoves, some half-starved stock animals, oily cosmetics, babies, the occasional simple play, books no one reads…Poor, unreliable things that will never make up for those that are disappearing—and the energy that goes along with them. It’s subtle but it seems to be speeding up, and we have to watch out. If it goes on like this and we can’t compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it’s completely hollowed out, we’ll all disappear without a trace. Don’t you ever feel that way?”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“No matter how careful we are, we all leave behind little bits of ourselves as we go about our lives.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I have to make do with a hollow heart full of holes.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“If spring never comes, does that mean summer won’t either? How will the crops grow when the fields are covered with snow?”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I was glad that I was able to erase your voice. Did you know that an insect will fall silent if you cut off its antennae? It will just sit there, as if frozen, and even refuse to eat. The same as you, really.”
― Yōko Ogawa, Cristallisation secrète

“Even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear.’

- R”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police