"...imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those
memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand
the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference
cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh
air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll
live forever in your own little private library.” - Haruki Murakami
