“I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.”
“I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.”
“The rinsed foam swirled into one drain that always clogged come October when the maples dropped Canadian propaganda over everything.”
“I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things”
“I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?"I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold."Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.”
“Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.”