I finished Eudora Welty's book "The Optimist's Daughter" tonight and loved this small section concerning memory:
"It is memory that is the somnambulist. It will come back in its wounds from across the world... It will never be impervious. The memory can be hurt, time and again - but in that may lie its final mercy. As long as it's vulnerable to the living moment, it lives for us, and while it lives, and while we are able, we can give it up its due." (p. 179)
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