I don’t profess to be an expert on anything, or have the memory for who ran in 1952. I am an informed American citizen, that’s my position.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother’s hand making sure I was settled in bed.
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.
Americans who grew up in the 1930s or 1940s still have some fleeting memory of what the country was like before it became the steroidal superpower it is today.
Whether we or our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.
History is information. Memory is part of your identity.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
If I have one special memory, it was when we recreated the trial of the Chicago Seven – and I’d known about it before – but this was a pivotal moment in my life. If my father had been found guilty of conspiracy, I wouldn’t be here.
The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience – anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.
Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event. During the work, you have to be sure that you haven’t left any holes, that you’ve captured everything, because afterwards it will be too late.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
There are millions and billions of atoms of memory of all kinds of musical themes in me.
The film producers have to understand that melody is the base of Indian music – they have to come back to that. Else, we’ll have short lived chart toppers which dim on public memory that moment the film if off screens.
The creditor hath a better memory than the debtor.
I think that we are already making steps toward mapping out the brain so we can identify the chemical patterns that create and store memory.
John Hurt was pretty bad. I know it’s pretty terrible to besmirch the memory of a dead man, but he was really rude to me.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two.
Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time.
Rhyme is an attempt to reassemble and reaffirm the possibility of paradise. There is a wholeness, a serenity, in sounds coupling to form a memory.
Like any black kid on a Sunday, your mom’s cleaning the house to music. So that was, like, my very first memory. My mom having it in the background with incense lit.
Eavesdrop and write it down from memory – gives you a stronger sense of how people talk and what their concerns are. I love to eavesdrop!
At 86, I can easily look back to the last eight decades. Though memory often fails me now, so many images of the past are still clearly polished, and I can yet recall not just an abiding sense of place, but the keen smells, the sensory responses to the events of that past.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory.
I’ve always been able to recount things, and I have a really good memory about dialog and what people have said before and this and that.
Outside speech, the association that is made in the memory between words having something in common creates different groups, series, families, within which very diverse relations obtain but belonging to a single category: these are associative relations.
Americans have no sense of history. And not much memory. They don’t remember what happened yesterday.
A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art.
Through using our memory to its fullest we can unlock the vast reservoir of human potential that isn’t currently being used.
I do think a key to success in any walk of life is having a short memory and a thick skin – I know it has served me well over the years.
The most profound memory I have from my childhood is burning down my house at 6 years old.
You have to have a short memory as a closer.
I must have been very young, but I have a clear memory of drawing on a cream brick wall… with wax crayons.
Perhaps, to the uninformed, it may appear unaccountable that a man should be able to retain in his memory such a variety of learning; but the close alliance with each other, of the different branches of science, will explain the difficulty.
The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind… The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself.
My favorite memory is my five years with the Nuggets. From my first day to my last day is a great memory. There wasn’t a year that I was a Nugget that I didn’t think we succeeded.
I learned that I never really know the true story of my guests’ lives, that I have to content myself with knowing that when I’m interviewing somebody, I’m getting a combination of fact and truth and self-mythology and self-delusion and selective memory and faulty memory.
I sometimes think that so much of our life takes place inside our heads – in memory or imagination or interpretation or speculation – that if I really want to change my life, I might best begin by changing my mind.
One of the things that I share with Bryan Becket is this hole in my childhood memory. There’s about five years of my life that’s virtually gone. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it might be for my own protection that those memories are gone, and maybe I don’t want to dredge up those things.
Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don’t really have anymore.
I’m afraid that the United States is more isolated today than at any other time in my memory.
No memory is ever alone; it’s at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.
9/11 occurs, and you’re going to rebuild, and after awhile, the memory will be there, but there will be something new there, and different, and functioning, and electric.
I take the really sad moments with me to the court. I’m able to transform all that energy, and from it create strength, faith, and a will to honor everything I’ve gone through. I use the memory of those painful moments as a weapon to keep fighting.
The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.
Many memory techniques involve creating unforgettable imagery, in your mind’s eye. That’s an act of imagination. Creating really weird imagery really quickly was the most fun part of my training to compete in the U.S. Memory Competition.
Traditional autobiography has generally had a poor press. The novelist Daphne du Maurier condemned all examples of this literary form as self-indulgent. Others have quipped that autobiography reveals nothing bad about its writer except his memory.
I’ve been to too many Dead concerts. There’ve been smokin’ holes where my memory used to be.
The 1960s was a period when writers in the West began to be aware of the extraordinary eloquence and popular attraction of the Russian poets such as Yevtushenko and Voznesensky – oppositional figures who could draw crowds. The Russian poets recited from memory as a matter of course.
My mother wrote poetry when I was young – I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter – and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.
The memory management on the PowerPC can be used to frighten small children.
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
To outsource your memory to machines – which is what many of us do with regard to our use of search engines – seems to me to be fairly antithetical to the basic qualities of Jewish life that have kept the Jews alive for so long.
Short term memory is not good.
In college, my big money memory was saving up to buy a car with my boyfriend, whom I lived with.
You don’t have to hold onto the pain to hold onto the memory.
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 is poetry in the memory.
