“One way or another, we are always remembering, of course.
There is no escaping it even if we want to, or at least no
escaping it for long, though God knows there are times when
we try to, don’t want to remember. In one sense the past is
dead and gone, never to be repeated, over and done with, but
in another sense, it is of course not done with at all or at least
not done with us. Every person we have ever known, every
place we have ever seen, everything that has ever happened
to us – it all lives and breathes deep in us somewhere whether
we like it or not, and sometime it doesn’t take much to bring
it back to the surface.”
-Frederick Buechner, “A Room Called Remember”