“I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.”

“It's not just that we remember things wrongly, but we don't even know we're remembering them wrongly”

“What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.”

“As a seven-year-old, I remember people were appalling – they would just comment on his physicality…We’d walk down the street together and people would shout out insults. I remember feeling incredibly angry.”

“I don't remember when exactly I read my first comic book, but I do remember exactly how liberated and subversive I felt as a result.”

“Well, I remember!
I remember, don't worry
How could I ever forget?
It's the first time, the last time we ever met
But, I know the reason why you keep your silence up,
No you don't fool me.
The hurt doesn't show
But the pain still grows
It's no stranger to you and me.”

“It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.”

“Recently, I turned 60… and even more recently, I turned 62. That was a bastard, I don't even remember the 61.”

“I remember walking to the cricket ground with the team, sometimes trying to feel, and sometimes trying not to feel, that I was one of them; and the conviction I had, which comes so quickly to a boy, that nothing in the world mattered except that we should win.”

“I can remember my first one-night stand like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not the first. Or the second… or the fifth. I'll just begin with what I can remember and not concern myself with order.”