Ahmed Chalabi Quotes

The Egremonts had never said anything that was remembered, or done anything that could be recalled.

He is remembered chiefly as the man about whom all is forgotten.

I remember rather little of my life, and what I do remember is of small consequence.

Liberating but hard to remember we're just bit-parts in the lives of people we know, who care very little for our secrets

I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.

I don't think what I have to say is that important.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

Not even a public figure. A man of no experience and of the utmost insignificance.

I was not a name; I was not a face. I was not going to finance a movie. No one was going to come and pay tickets to see me.

I smil'd to my self at the sight of this money, O drug! said I aloud, what art thou good for? Thou art not worth to me, no not the taking off of the ground, one of those knives is worth all this heap, I have no manner of use for thee, e'en remain where thou art, and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saving. However, upon second thoughts, I took it away.

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.

Out of sight is out of mind.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

one could drown in irrelevance.

An ignorant man is insignificant and contemptible; nobody cares for his company, and he can just be said to live, and that is all.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

Try as i do, i can't recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say 'forget me'; she seemed to live in parenthesis.

What is matter? Never mind.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

If nobody cares, then it doesn't matter what happens to flowers.

You might have mentioned this to me Molly,” said Leonard. “The fact that there are hostile natives on the island.” “I forgot,” said Molly. “You forgot?” said Leonard. “There’s been a lot happening,” said Molly.

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

The thrill of being ignored!

We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.