“The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.”
“For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.”
“Blood never forgets. It has a memory of an ancient path toward home.”
“And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.”
“Well, most grown-ups forget what it was like to be a kid. I vowed that I would never forget.”
“And, as I mused, the years fell away, hair sprouted on the vast steppes of my head, where never hair has been almost within the memory of man.”