Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

I don't care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

I guess we guess our way through life. How many times do we really know for sure?

How many times do you take yourself to the brink of complete collapse? It's not a real fun place to go.

I don't even know how many times I auditioned for Danny Zuko in 'Grease.'