There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.
We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.
In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.
Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?
Just a word of advice. Whenever you're furious with your parents or you think they're terrible, just remember, you vomited on them and they kept you.
We have this habit of romanticizing the lives of writers. I remember when I was a kid, I was like, 'I want to be Kurt Vonnegut.
There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.
I can't remember, because I never knew.
You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.