I know what that's going to sound like when I knock on it. I know that's what going to feel like when I pick it up. See? Certainties. It's the kind of memory that you take for granted.	Maybe it's time you started investigating yourself.
I use discipline and drive to make my life possible.	Remember Sammy Jankis.
She's gone and the present is trivia which I scribble on these fucking notes.	What's the last thing that you do remember?
Ah!! Lenny!! That shit kills!!	So how.. How can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't feel time?
I was the only guy who disagreed with the cops - and I had brain damage.	It's beer o'clock, and I'm buying.
Ya know, I've had more rewarding relationships... but at least I can keep telling the same jokes.	I always thought the joy of reading a book is not knowing what happens next.
The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?	I have this condition.
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning... even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there.	I don't think they let people in my condition carry a gun.
You mix your laundry list with your grocery list you'll end up eating your underwear for breakfast.	Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.
Okay, so what am I doing?	We don't need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.
What are you, Pocahontas?	You're not a killer. That's why you're so good at it.