Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
John IrvingThe former stewardess glared at her ex-pilot husband as if he had been speaking, and thinking, in the absence of sufficient oxygen.
John IrvingBut who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.
John Irving