It is a peculiarity of time that in retrospect it appears so compact, an indivisible solid object, a dish… — Cees Nooteboom

It would be like this when you were really old-a city full of imaginary houses and women, rooms and girls. (Page 125)

From the number of self-murderers he had known-you had to put it that way, for the fact that someone died rounded off your knowledge of that person, if only because he or she could no longer present you with surprises-he was able to conclude that his circle of acquaintance must consist of a thousand people. If he were to invite all these voluntary dead to tea, two boxes of cream cakes from Berkhof's would scarcely suffice. (Page 20)

Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases. (Page 1)