This depravation of our nature is nothing else but the blotting of God's image in us..

It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after you’d sent it. Y….

Photography is linked with death in many different ways. The most immediate and explicit is the social practice of keeping photographs in memory of l….

Any young boy can nowadays explain human flight - mechanistically: " ... and to climb you shove the throttle all the way forward and pull back just a….

Sad memories often contain an element of nostalgia..

Perhaps the universe is a memory of our mistakes..

Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories..

When I came on board, it was halfway through his [Frank Sinatra] 72nd year, and when he did his last show he was gaining on 80. He knew it, the audie….

Every thing is what it is, and not another thing..

I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones..

Of all the rewards of virtue, . . . the most splendid is fame, for it is fame alone that can offer us the memory of posterity..

There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. T….

The radio of my youth ... is now a quaint memory replaced by computer hard drives..

I was told that The Chinese said they would bury me by the Western Lake and build a shrine to my memory. I have some slight regret that this did not ….

Life is good to those who know how to live. I do not ever hope to accumulate great funds of worldly wealth, but I shall accumulate something far more….

There is nothing more regenerating than music..

The more my work improves or broadens or widens, the more surely I tame myself..

I just don't think that being unable to forgive someone is the most healing move. It can be, and I've had times in my life when I thought I would be ….

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and the….

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers..

Nothing is a waste that makes a memory..