Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Before me lies a voyage of a million miles, and my memory is the moonlight I will borrow to illuminate my way.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire.… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation. — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain. — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past. — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do you know… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“none of my children—not one—ever took the easy road; that they strove to keep sanity, reason, and compassion alive and burning in these tragic… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“A garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others, and some… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“As with all the principles of aikijutsu, you do not meet the force of the strike head-on. You parry, you step to the side… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“The mountains are as I have always remembered them, the first light of the morning melting down their flanks.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Time seems to overlap, like the shadows of leave pressing down on other leave, layer upon layer.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Before me lies a voyage of a million miles, and my memory is the moonlight I will borrow to illuminate my way.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
