Every grief, every joy outlives itself and becomes enshrined as memory.

Our memory deceives us about the past and our imagination deceives us about the future.

Memory is what you imagine happened.

I'm not the person I used to be. I never was.

I don't remember what happened yesterday but it happened anyway.

The tree that got hit by lightning is the one you remember.

The tree that gets hit by lightning is the one you remember.

Never confuse who you are with what you've done.

No one ever forgets a talk they had that lasted through the night.