“I am a former child, and I haven't forgotten a thing.”

“Maybe I've forgiven him, but I just haven't forgotten”

“You haven't forgotten what it feels like to lose a friend because of a child, I hope?" If course I hadn't forgotten that feeling of being abruptly pushed out of a close circle to some distant periphery. Coming second, third, fourth, last. Being treated like someone less knowledgeable, someone inferior.”

“Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.”

“I am everything. I am nothing. I am powerful. I am forgotten.”

“Am I as spontaneously kind to God as I used to be, or am I only expecting God to be kind to me? Am I full of the little things that cheer His heart over me, or am I whimpering because things are going hardly with me? There is no joy in the soul that has forgotten what God prizes.”