If time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.
Good memories are like a beautiful song. You don’t want them to ever end.
Feelings aren’t like memories. You can’t just pull them out of a file.
Every battle scar is gonna be another memory.
Bad memories are like, you know, little bunnies. They get scared, they run back down the hall, they hide. They can be a b**ch to get out again.
After all, it is our memories which make us monsters, is it not?
A baby is expected. Memories are not. They simply come.[to Brianna]