“Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.”

“I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.”

“I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone.—Margaret”

“Funny how a melody sounds like a memory.”

“Ohh, how clever," Aden said and clapped. "A death threat. You know what's funny? That's not even my first of the day.”

“If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we'd be nothing left but the dreams we made”