It was the first time since his master's death that he had been able to think about such things withouth feeling crushed by sorrow, the first time he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among the dead was not necessarily bad for you, that it could in fact be a source of great comfort and happiness.
Paul Auster, Timbuktu
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