Taste and smell are the oldest senses and the closest to the center of the mind.
Sometimes the universe allows for the making of unexpected memories.
Memories, they remain raw even longer than wounds.
Do you think the old times, the good times, do you think they really happened that way? Or is it just easier for us to remember them wrong?
We hold on to the memories because they’re what we have left.
I’m sorry I don’t have a photographic memory, but my brain is already too busy being awesome.
You know what the happiest animal on earth is? It’s a goldfish. You know why? Got a ten-second memory.
William Faulkner said, “The past is never dead. It’s not even the past.” In fact, it’s all still happening.
Who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow. Not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.
When you live as long as I do, all the names start to sound the same.
We can’t count on the past. We think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. We could fade at any time.
To be alive is to know ghosts. We hear their whispers if we listen.
