" The problem with people is that for us they are no more than prints in our mental museum, which fade on exposure. And it is precisely because of this that they form the basis of projects illuminated by our thoughts, but thoughts tire and memories collapse: the day would come when I would happily give Albertine’s room to the first girl who wanted it, as I had given Albertine the agate marble or other gifts of Gilberte’s. "

― Marcel Proust , La fugitiva