"Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart."
"There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time."
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Source: Joyce Carol Oates (2008). “Wild Nights!: Stories About the Last Days of Poe, Dickinson, Twain, James, and Hemingway”, Ecco
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