Clive Wearing

‘Can you imagine what is to have only one night in 20 years? And no dreams? In this sense it’s been completely painless, which is something not fully desirable, isn’t it? Because it’s precisely like death.’

Wife: We’re going home.

Clive: Oh.

W: Do you know where home is?

C: No.

W: Guess.

C: Yesterday.

W: Home is yesterday?

C: Yes, home is not today... Yesterday never stops.