“Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!”

“it doesn’t matter where we are going, or what the future brings and what people might do to us, the past always comes back one way or another.”

“Sometimes the thing that brings us together also pulls us apart. Sort of like a zipper.”

“Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic present may hide the exciting past.”

“Sometimes I look around my living room, and the most real thing in the room is the television. It’s bright and vivid, and the rest of my life looks drab. So I turn the damn thing off. That does it every time. Get my life back.”

“We need to look back sometimes and realize the past taught us to appreciate our future.”