Denis Johnson Quotes

Here is a shared memory that we didn't share, forgot to share, for almost ninety years.

A lot of my past is gone from my mind.

There are so many secrets in our world.

When it comes to certain portions of our history, we've just forgotten it all.

When the truth get's buried deep beneath a thousand years of sleep, time demands a turnaround.. And once again the truth is found.

There is also, in any history, the buried, the wasted, and the lost.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity.

When a good thing goes bad its not the end of the world. Its just the end of a world, that you had with one girl.

Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.

The blackest of fluid is used as an agent to enlighten the world.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!

History is only a catalogue of the forgotten.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.

People robbed of their past seem to make the most fervent picture takers, at home and abroad.

The buried truth germinates and breaks through to the light.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

Just what should a young man or woman know to be 'in the know'? Is there, in other words, some inside information, some special taboo, some real lowdown on life and existence that most parents and teachers either don't know or won't tell?

Not all of us know what we are. Some of us die without ever knowing. Some of us know, and never get caught. But we're out there. Trust me.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

Your life is what you remember. I mean, some things I wish I still had. But it doesn't matter.