Your memory is a monster; you forget — it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you — and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

John Irving (b. 1942) American-Canadian novelist and screenwriter [b. John Wallace Blunt Jr.]

A Prayer for Owen Meany, ch. 1 “The Foul Ball” (1989)
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