" If we were scars, our memories would be the stitches holding us together. You couldn't cut them apart, and if you did, it would tear you in two." " But my memories hurt," she said. " I want to forget. There's so much I just want to forget." " How are you going to do that ? Everything that's happened to you is still happening today. Once something has begun, it doesn't end. There, in your head, it never ends. "