Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.
I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.
Remember your name. Do not lose hope ---what you seek will be found.
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.
I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.
When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.