S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 394

And the memories? The feeling of being part of a family, the sense-impressions of a child, the minor epiphanies and heartbreaks of a teenager for whom the real world begins to resolve into focus as he spends day after day packing gunpowder into brass casings?... He may not be able to possess those moments, but they are around him, and from time to time they may shine brightly. He can see the stars; he no longer has a need for the constellations.