„Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.“

— Edgar Allan Poe
„Sweetheart we're aloneAnd you are mine.Let's make this night a night to remember.Don't make our love a cold dying ember,For with the dawn, you'll be gone.“
— Elvis Presley
„To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.“
— Edgar Allan Poe
„In drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity.“
— John Keats
„Well… sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor.“
— Rick Riordan