No era un reclús del meu illot, només de la meva memòria.

Most geniuses are geniuses because of the way they manage their natural talents. He was one because of the way he took advantage of the world's defects.
-pg 129

Yes, I felt very small. The typewriter seemed larger than a piano, I was less than a molecule. What could I do? I drank more.
-pg 237

Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere.

Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.