The Resisters Excerpt (pages 273-274): 

1 “Don’t you yourself want to know whether you are the same
2 Eleanor you were?”
3 “Of course, but next you are going to be bugging me in the
4 name of love and protection.”
5 Interesting.
6 “What do you think of Patrick Henry?” I asked.
7 “Come again?”
8 “How about Martin Luther King Junior?”
9 “Grant, of you are going to try to take a sounding, you should
10 at least try more subtly.”
11 It was Eleanor. Eleanor! My heart sang.
12 “Are you happy to be back working on the Mall Truck suit?”
13 “Oh, I don’t know. Lately it occurs to me that we really must
14 applaud the fact that the Surplus are getting free food, don’t you
15 think? The program may not be exactly what we’d like it to be, but
16 our Basic Incomes are too low.”
17 “I’m sorry?”
18 “People can’t quite make ends meet. Do you know what I
19 mean? So the mall trucks are quite a help.”
20 “And—the suit?”
21 “I think you need to look at your data again. Don’t you think?”
22 “Two labs have corroborated it.”
23 “But didn’t the results fail to quite match?”
24 “They are within one standard deviation of one another.”
25 “I don’t think that’s going to stand up in court, Grant. Do you
26 think?”
27 “Eleanor.”
28 “I mean, it’s a lot of trouble,” she insisted. “It’s a lot of time
29 and effort to bring these things to trial. And, oh, I don’t know. I 
30 don’t want to waste everyone’s time with anything less than unas-
31 sailable. Do you think?”
32 It turned out she had even put Yuri, Heraldine, and Sue on
33 hold, telling them she would let them know when she was ready
34 to start working again.
35 “Eleanor,” I said. “Nellie. What have they done to you?”
36 She looked at me blankly; her face had a preternatural calm.
37 But a moment later, she cracked. 
38 “I don’t know, Grant,” she said. And her voice then was the
39 most shaken I had ever heard it. 

MLA Citation: Jen, Gish. The Resisters. Vintage Books, 2020.

The Memory Police Excerpt (pages 145-146): 
1 I desperately wanted to be able to tell R that I remembered,
2 but no matter how hard I concentrated, the object sitting before
3 me did not trigger a single memory. “So this is something that
4 has already disappeared?” asked the old man.
5 “That’s right,” R replied. “A very long time ago. I’m not quite
6 sure when I realized that the disappearances weren’t affecting
7 me, but I think it must have been around the time the orugōru dis-
8 appeared. I told no one. I knew instinctively that I had to keep
9 silent. But that was also when I decided to begin hiding as many
10 of the objects that disappeared as I could. It was impossible for
11 me to simply discard them the way everyone else did. Touching
12 them became a way of confirming that I was still whole. This box
13 was the first thing I ever hid. I unraveled the seam in the bottom of
14 my gym bag and sewed the box inside.” He pushed his glasses up
15 on his nose.
16 “Which is why I can’t possibly accept something so precious.”
17 “Not at all. The best gift I can give you is one of the things I’ve
18 been hiding. Of course I know something so insignificant can
19 never make up for all the risks you’ve taken on my behalf. But
20 I’ll be happy if I can help delay or stop this decay in your hearts
21 even in some small way. I’m not sure how to do that, but I think
22 there might be some benefit from holding these forgotten objects
23 in your hands, feeling their weight, smelling them, listening to
24 them.”

MLA Citation: Ogawa, Yoko. The Memory Police. Translated by Stephen Snyder, Vintage Books, 2020.