"Ever since I had that memory, I've been a little in love with you."

"You had no right to share that memory with her."

Meeting him again had forced her to change that memory, drastically.

Then the smile contracted as he compared that memory to the Leah of today.

Those are some very dark thoughts in your mind accompanying that memory.

But at seventy years old I find that memory of peculiar value to me.

When I've shared that memory with others who knew the neighborhood, they remember the place - and the taste - in just the same way.

Wake not that memory, I warn you; let it sleep.

Why had his mind given him such a hard time about coughing that memory up?

And there was that brief memory - his own body with a crushed skull.