I've a grand memory for forgetting.

Memory is the only afterlife I have ever believed in. But the forgetting inside us cannot be stopped. We are programmed to betray.

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

The more she tried to forget, the more she remembered.

We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are remotely interested or aware of their own recent history, much less their neighbors'. I tend to think we are what we remember, what we know. The less we remember, the less we know about ourselves, the less we are. (Interview with Three Monkeys Online, October 2008)

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.