The reason I might forget something is because my mind is like a computer. I have so much useless stuff stored up in there, that when I forget to clean out my Mind's Cache, it has no room for new information. Like wearing pants!

He wrote Véra sheepishly: “Something has happened (only don’t be angry). I can’t remember (for God’s sake, don’t be angry!) I can’t remember (promise that you won’t be angry), I can’t remember your telephone number.” He knew it had a seven in it, but the rest had entirely escaped him.

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

He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great - / But we and Paul must take him as we find him. / He's out on active service, wiping something off a slate - / And he's left a lot of little things behind him!

To be able to forget means sanity.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.