There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.
All grown-ups were once children first. But few of them remember it.[translation by Richard Howard]All grown-ups were once children — although few of them remember it.[translation by Katherine Woods]
Writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.