When your heart knows the truth, it never forgets.
Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
I don’t remember what he said. I’ve got a short-term memory.
Those places where sadness and misery abound are favoured settings for stories of ghosts and apparitions. Calcutta has countless such stories hidden in its darkness, stories that nobody wants to admit they believe but which...
I have a photographic memory. Especially for nudes.