We're all just a bundle of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, w….

I wanted to capture time through how food and I were getting along at any given moment. That necessitated writing some dark stuff, some sad stuff, an….

Moments when the original 'poet' in each of us created the outside world for us, by finding the familiar in the unfamiliar, are perhaps forgotten by ….

It seems to me, that this, too, is how memory works. What we remember of what was done to us shapes our view, molds us, sets our stance. But what we ….

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness. Not only are we responsible for the memories of the dead, we are responsible for what we do with t….

Memory - the very skin of life..

Everybody dreams, but memory for dreams is famously elusive. Even Sigmund Freud, without the benefit of modern technology's electroencephalogram, or ….

There were some memories, though, that never faded..

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain..

A beautifully written tale that lives somewhere between landscape and memory, where regret becomes a prison, and a story told often enough becomes t….

Middle age, my boy. No memory at all..

When women hear those words, an old, old memory is stirred and brought back to life. The memory is of our absolute, undeniable, and irrevocable kinsh….

Subjectivity is my middle name, a trick memory is my pack mule, and self-contradiction is my trusty old jackknife..

It is not a simple life to be a single cell, although I have no right to say so, having been a single cell so long ago myself that I have no memory a….

Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last..

I have twenty countries in my memory and trail in my soul the colors of one hundred cities..

Slenderman can invoke memory loss in all but the most resolute - you could have already had a Slenderman encounter and not remember it..

Eriugena and other Celtic teachers speak of Christ as our memory, as the one who leads us to our deepest identity, as the one who remembers the song ….

The camera is a mirror with a memory, but it cannot think..

Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior..

A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge..