A prototypical yet striking white alien who lies seamlessly. I still retain those snapshots in my mind. How many admirable books fade after the reading. Of course, there's always the ideas. You can talk about ideas forever.
Ideas are fun.
I rarely remember ideas. It's usually the imagery that sticks, that tells me the work has gotten inside of me. Perhaps it's a quirk of how I read. Perhaps others retain different things. Sometimes I think that what lingers, what bothers, what intrigues long after the initial experience, is what matters.