Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions..

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and f….

I had funny memories, too, but the music was more important to me than anything else..

I instantly connected with the sport and I have fond memories of growing up on my skating rink that my dad made for us in our backyard..

Muscle has memory: the body knows things the mind will not admit..

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin….

Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play..

Writing fiction lets you be a little more emotional and unguarded, a little freer. Writing fictional characters is also really different from writing….

I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan..

Memory is a poet, not an historian..

The use of proverbs is characteristic of an unlettered people. They are invaluable treasures to dunces with good memories..

For the span of my memory, this has been a city of opposing wills..

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination..

Wolf Hall attempts to duplicate not the historian's chronology but the way memory works: in leaps, loops, flashes..

Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms….

Between memory and reality there are awkward discrepancies..

The less one remembers about the day before, the more the new day will be unfettered by triviality..

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it….

Memory cannot exist without endurance of the things perceived, and the thing perceived cannot remain where it has never been..

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days, we have only a very cold a….

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work..