A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.

- Tan Twan Eng

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the…

- Tan Twan Eng

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

- Tan Twan Eng

I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate wi…

- Tan Twan Eng

Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of …

- Tan Twan Eng

Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.

- Tan Twan Eng

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

- Tan Twan Eng

For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

- Tan Twan Eng

Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular …

- Tan Twan Eng