Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.You forget some things, dont you?Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

A forest fire was making its way along the tinderbox ridges above them, flaring and shimmering against the overcast like the northern lights. Cold as it was he stood there a long time. The color of it moved something in him long forgotten. Make a list. Recite a litany. Remember.

Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

Just remember that the things you put in your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.You forget some things, don’t you?Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.