You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them. […] If nothing else, you need to remember that. You can’t erase history, or change it. It would be like destroying yourself.
Her happiness balances on book spines.
I buy books—physical, analog books, usually from my local bookstore because I want it to remain my local bookstore.
Why complicate your life when it did not need complicating, when you had a choice? ….
Memories like shrapnel, forever embedded, infected by what had come later…words of love and undying devotion, times of sublime happiness, lies upon lies upon lies…his attention kept sliding away from the stories he was reading.
The Silkworm, Robert Galbraith