Forget Me Not Quotes

“Have you had any recollections from your past? Anything at all?”
“No,” he muttered. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
Jared’s head snapped up. “Nothing.” he bit out. He took a deep breath, flashed his psychiatrist an apologetic grimace before continuing, “I mean, sometimes I might get a feeling, I would be in the middle of doing something and a random thought or feeling might jump into my head. But it’s gone before I can even begin to decipher it.”
“These random thoughts,” Dr Kathleen asked. “Can you tell me what they are?” She gently pressed, “If you can remember that is. You’ve not mentioned this in any of our previous sessions.”
Jared shrugged and slumped back against the couch. “I don’t know. It’s only been a recent...development. Unimportant things. Silly things. Erm. Last week, Simone and I were visiting my parents, and we went out for a meal at this new Japanese restaurant close to where they live.” He rubbed his hands together and began to tap his right foot over the carpeted floor. “I don’t like sushi, I’ll eat it if I have to but I’m not a fan. We were all there and they had their meals, I had mine,” Jared scowled at Dr Kathleen. “And for the life of me I kept thinking…feeling there was something important about it, about sushi.” He stopped rubbing his hands over each other to clasp his knees. “Sushi meant something – something important and I don’t know why.” A low, mocking laugh came from the bottom of his throat. “Or my brain could just be fucking with me.”
― K. Carr, Forget Me Not: Volume Two

“An hour later after I had waved Leigh and Neil off, and Cordelia was using the bathroom before they left, Isaac pulled me aside.
“You have enough money, yeah?” he asked in a hushed tone while my mom tried to give Vivi a bottle. She was over-stimulated, and a little nap wouldn’t do her any harm. “Because if you need-”
“I’m fine,” I cut him off. I tried not to sound irritated, but he must’ve picked up on it from my expression.
“Ok,” He frowned. “But if you did need some money, you know you can ask me. Ok?”
“Isaac,” I shook my head. “I’ve got this.”
He raised one eyebrow.
I had to laugh. “First Leigh, now you. Do I look like a pauper?”
He shrugged. “I’ve seen you in that exact outfit more times than I care to remember, and your nails are raggedy. When last have you had a manicure? Your nails were always on point before.”
I let out a low gasp of…playful outrage or acute embarrassment? “Whatever. You clown. I’m not on the poverty line just yet.”
― K. Carr, Forget Me Not: Volume Two