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][Toutes les grandes personnes ont d’abord été des enfants. (Mais peu d’entre elles s’en souviennent.)]
Writers remember everything. 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.[to Paul]
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.