It feels like you’re waiting for me to remember something that is never going to come.
Funerals are for the living, and revising history only dilutes the lessons we should learn from it.
“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”
When you can’t remember your lives, you can’t change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You’re trapped, by that nightmare you keep waking up into.
Venture capital? Hell, I remember when it was still called money.
There’s a sort of evil out there. Something very, very strange in these old woods. Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. It takes many forms, but it’s been out there for as long as anyone can remember and we’ve always been here to fight it.
Just because you remember everything doesn’t mean you know everything.
You supposed to be so smart, you can’t remember to flush?
You remember everything. Everything you did. And it’s gonna happen again. And again and again. And you can’t stop it. ‘Cause it’s our destiny. And you can’t fight destiny.
When a man is old, he doesn’t care what he remembers. He cares how he’s remembered.
Those moments, they stare back at you. You don’t remember them, they remember you. Turn around, there they are. Staring.
Remember who you are. Trust your instincts and nothing else.
