Book Quote: Memories

This quote is from book #25 of the year. It was slow going for me as I just couldn't get into it. The main character, Ptolemy, is a 91-year-old man with dementia. I really like this description of memory. It seems so true.

 

"That's how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked in the other side of a closed door that he'd lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely, he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well."

 

From The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey

by Walter Mosley

page 12

Book Quote: Snow gives a fresh start to everything

A quote from book #24 of 2011. I didn't especially like the book, but I liked this quote because it talked about a snowfall giving everything a fresh start. There's something really special about a big snowfall, when nothing outside is moving, and everything is just covered in snow.

"The snow was eternal, infinite. Across the yard, across the roof of the barn, down to the smooth round pond at the foot of the farthest field. There was not a footprint, not a mark in the entire landscape, only the silvered and impenetrable sweep of snow. Perfection.
You see, thought Catherine, sooner or later, everything gets a fresh start. It's not just possible. It happens."

From A Reliable Wife

by Robert Goolrick

page 74

Book Quote: Wise words from Enzo, the dog

Since I often I spend at least some of Sunday reading, I may make it the day to share a book quote I really enjoyed during the week. This inaugural entry comes from a great book I read this week, The Art of Racing in the Rain. It is narrated by a dog named Enzo, which is a very interesting concept indeed. A little background on the following quote-  Enzo saw a tv documentary about Mongolia that said, "when a dog is finished living his lifetimes as a dog, his next incarnation will be as a man" (p 2).

"Here’s why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot speak, so I listen very well. I never interrupt, I never deflect the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another’s conversations constantly. It’s like having a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street.
For instance, if we met at a party and I wanted to tell you a story about the time I needed to get a soccer ball in my neighbor’s yard but his dog chased me and I had to jump into a swimming pool to escape, and I began telling the story, you, hearing the words “soccer” and “neighbor” in the same sentence, might interrupt and mention that your childhood neighbor was Pelé, the famous soccer player, and I might be courteous and say, Didn’t he play for the Cosmos of New York? Did you grow up in New York? And you might reply that, no, you grew up in Brazil on the streets of Três Corações with Pelé, and I might say, I thought you were from Tennessee, and you might say not originally, and then go on to outline your genealogy at length. So my initial conversational gambit-that I had a funny story about being chased by my neighbor’s dog-would be totally lost, and only because you had to tell me about Pelé. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories."

From The Art of Racing in the Rain 

by Garth Stein

pages 101-102