passage

(the paper moon)

"the images kept coming, vague and scattered, and she thought, how could one's life keep going this way? with more and more images piling up in one's heart and crowding and swelling like music. how was one to make room and to keep all of them? the answer which ann lord knew now having lived a life was that one did not. things were forgotten. an astonishing amount of what one had known simply disappeared."

--from evening by susan minot, page 72