Quotes About Memory

I wrote 'Show Me the Way' in the morning and wrote 'Baby, I Love Your Way' in the afternoon of the same day. I've been trying to figure out what I ate for breakfast that morning ever since!

I lost my aunt to breast cancer.

It was just a very short period of time that I had a brief marriage.

I didn't even remember it because it kind of came up, and then a week later it said I broke up with him.

I was born in Brooklyn, but I never lived there.

'Another Brooklyn' came to me in this kind of dreamlike series of vignettes.

When I think of the 1980s, the only color that comes to mind is a brown, yellowish color. I guess it's coming from my life experience, and it's melancholia and sadness and a bit of joy.

I'm not a big film buff; I like watching films, but I tend to forget them.

I watched my great-grandmother be buried on FaceTime.

When I was 15 I did birdcalls on the David Letterman show, but I have since burned all video evidence of this.

I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!

I'm so busy these days. I forget everything but my lines.

Each succeeding civilization forgets its predecessor. Civilizations are ghouls.

My mum was a wonderful mother. She died, aged 80, of Alzheimer's disease, which was dreadful to watch. I remember she said to me: 'Believe in yourself because no one else is going to do it for you.' I'm sure a lot of my success is due to her words of advice.

I think as humans, no one remembers their successes, everyone just remembers their failures.

I don't remember all my successes, but I do remember failures.

I don't think there's such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.

I don't think there is such a thing as pure imagination. I think it's a combination of memory and invention.

Having people remember something that you did 25 years ago doesn't suck.

I don't recall your name but you sure were a sucker for a high inside curve.

Nostalgic myself, I am a sucker for other men's nostalgia.

Just this morning, out of a large memory for songs, and having been obsessed by them since childhood, suddenly, at the age of 84, I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

I hate Alzheimer's. It is one of the most awful things because, here is a loved one, this is the woman or man that you have loved for 20, 30, 40 years, and suddenly, that person is gone. They're gone. They are gone.

Let us not suffer from a national amnesia that causes us to forget who and what we are.