Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.

You recently had a day, or even a month, that you can’t remember.
If I asked what you did then, you couldn’t say.
There was nothing unusual about it.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

For all you know, no one even remembers what you did by now." "No one remembers anything, in the end.

What you don't know may not hurt you, but what you don't remember always does.

I don't remember much about the incident and I definitely don't remember what I was thinking about in the moment, but, again, that's the amazing thing about people: You never know how you're going to step up, or when.

You can’t remember what you never forgot.

There is no possibility of remembering what has been found and understood, and later repeating it to oneself. It disappears as a dream disappears. Perhaps it is all nothing but a dream.

If you don't know what happened behind you, you've no idea of what is happening around you.

But forgetting's not something you do, it happens to you.

A memory is not the thing remembered.

The simple truth is, 'I don't remember — period.'

But forgetting's not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn't happen to me

All the images and impressions and countries and continents he'd vised had been erased. What you don't remember never happened.