“Chairman: "Sometimes", he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.”
“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”
“Why is this,” she asked, again in that dreamy tone, “so much more real than that? One’s night, one’s day, why is this so much more real? That I can’t forget the things from the day, and I can’t remember the things from the night?”
“Everything inspires me; sometimes I think I see things others don’t.”
“The things I see with my mind's eye are more productive than the things I have learnt.”
“No, I said. I didn't remember that. There was so much to remember, sometimes the best thing was to forget.”