QUOTE : You can't recapture people who are gone, not exactly, not entirely. You can imagine their faces, or their bodies, or their hands, but those images are like stills, or paintings in frames. The other times, when they crossed their arms, made sudden or tender gestures, flattened down the crease in their trousers, lowered their gaze, smoothed away a bang. Those images of movement, of animation, are gone. I don't know where. The past. ... It's harder to remember their voice when the asked a waiter for some lemon, or complimented your blouse, or noticed how late it was getting. Recapturing fluid images of people as they were in life, while they keep morphing and resisting you is nearly impossible. But you can remember how they made you feel.