This is truly how I remember the ways of the world. Those words I cursed him with make a verse, and that verse could be sung to music.
When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places. That’s the way I remember them, heading for an exit.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
My trade is courage and atrocities.
I look at them and do not condemn.
I write things down the way they happened,
as near as can be remembered.
I don’t ask why, because it is mostly the same.
Wars happen because the ones who start them
think they can win.
Do you remember which way I was heading?
The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened.
I remember everything
Things I can't forget
The way you turned and smiled on me
On the night that we first met
And I remember every night
Your ocean eyes of blue
How I miss you in the morning light
Like roses miss the dew
I didn't end it [my career at Ohio State] the way I'd like to end it, but I ended the way I had to. That's a bad memory, but at the same time, we made it to the national championship game. I scored in the national championship game. That's the only way I can remember it.
I remember my own childhood vividly… I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them
People forgot; it was in the nature of people to forget, to blur boundaries, to retell stories to come out the way they wanted them to come out, to remember things as how they ought to be instead of how they were.