It would be nice, a world where you don't have to betray your companions, to carry on living. Unfortunately, even if it exists, it isn't this world. You don't make headway in the Sprawl by keeping your hands clean: that is a luxury reserved for philosophers, or madmen. You were offered so much money you forgot about your worries for years. Bah! No sense in digging up the past. Unless it's the past itself who decides to drop by on its own.
If a memory is a curse, forgetfulness is a blessing.
Forgetting is a painful exercise. Requires a lot of discipline. And sometimes, isn't enough.
Even the man with the worst memory in the world can still remember all the things he wants to forget.
Hardly anything prevents us from remembering; nearly everything prevents us from forgetting.
If remembrance is a curse, oblivion is Heaven.
Nothing we've once preserved in our minds can be fully lost.
One of the secrets of happiness is a bad memory.