The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened.

There is no learning without remembering.

I have been singing randomly, obsessively, obnoxiously for as long as I can remember.

What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.