Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

Once we know something, we find it hard to imagine what it was like not to know it.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.