I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of ….

The written word is all that stands between memory and oblivion. Without books as our anchors, we are cast adrift, neither teaching nor learning. The….

Cheerios bring back memories. I actually don't think I ate them much as a kid, though; maybe it's some sort of Jungian memory, I don't know. But they….

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories..

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep f….

I've worked hard to remember it...The problem is I'm not sure what's real memory and what's my brain filling in details, like a guy whose heart stops….

Whenever I think of the memories of you by my side, it leaves a smile on my lips and gives me the hope of the love that we will have again when you w….

You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cath….

Our ability to find humor in the world, to make connections between previously unconnected notions, to create new ideas, to share in a common culture….

When I was younger, things got to me more, but not now..

However gradual the course of history, there must always be the day, even an hour and minute, when some significant action is performed for the first….

Everything I do, I do for love..

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates..

Sometimes he would advise me to read poetry, and would send me in his letters quantities of verses and whole poems, which he wrote from memory. 'Read….

Men passionately desire to live after death, but they often pass away without noticing the fact that the memory of a really good person always lives.….

O'er Egypt's land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And frui….

If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unrem….

Gloriously false. [Like Rahab.].

Michael Jackson is everywhere. I can't not listen to what we did because it's everywhere. I listen to it all the time whether I want to or not..

It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives..

You can't find what you don't go looking for..