To be forgotten by the one to whom you never forget is the worst thing ever happens.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

…in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she’d forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Secrets are never so dangerous as when they’ve been forgotten.

I want to be an actor – I don’t want to be a celebrity. They are two different things, and people have forgotten that they are different.

The only true dead are those who have been forgotten.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Once I embraced the dreams that once inspired. Now I’ve found that there is too much I didn’t recognize as a gift. I may be too late to see, cherish, and endure. I may never...

There now remain only a few books, which they call books of the lesser prophets; and as I have already shown that the greater are impostors, it would be cowardice to disturb the repose of...

It’s not a crime to wish for other worlds. You’ll get taxed for it but they can’t throw you in jail for creating your own private world…yet. Dramatics are fun, an indulgence. ‘You can’t go...

Let go of all hate, love one another deeply.

There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it… this place, she decided, was called Smog City.

Write what should not be forgotten.

Everything people forget about ends up there one day, they said. Toys, tables, whole houses. And people end up there too. They get forgotten as well.

Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

Criticism can never instruct or benefit you. Its chief effect is that of a telegram with dubious news. Praise leaves no glow behind, for it is a writer’s habit to remember nothing good of himself....

I’ve forgotten lines all the time. Sometimes I switch verses in a song. It’s just hard not to when you’re doing the same thing all the time.

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

I’ve never stopped; I simply forgot that I love you. However, every time I look at you I’m reminded of how I can never stop loving you.

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People...