And since we don’t just forget things because they don’t matter but also forget things because they matter too much— because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprint— it’s no wonder that the shards of reality one person will cherish as a biography can seem to someone else who, say, happened to have eaten some ten thousand dinners at the very same kitchen table, to be a willful excursion into mythomania.“

– Philip Roth, American Pastoral

[I remember reading this book at the end of my senior year of college while sitting in the food court of the mall in Providence.  I was waiting while my friend got fitted for a suit that he had to buy for a job interview in Seattle.  That was a good day in the midst of many confusing, scary, and sad days.]