Quotes About Memory

'Heaven's Gate' I remember, because it was the first movie I ever was cast in.

'The Five People You Meet in Heaven' by Mitch Albom - I read it in eight hours and blubbed my eyes out when it finished. I've thought about the story every day since.

History is a heavy thing everywhere.

I learned enough Hebrew to stagger through a meaningless ceremony that I scarcely remember.

I have a picture with Obama in my house, and I freak out every time I see it. I'm like, 'What the heck? Did that even happen?' It's like a dream.

I remember 'Battlestar Galactica' shot at the college that my dad taught at. I remember trying on a Cylon helmet. I think I was 6 or 7 years old.

The first movie I can remember seeing in the theater was 'Return of the Jedi.' I can remember seeing Darth Vader's helmet come off. The shock of that moment.

Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it.

When I was about five, I could do a vaguely decent American accent - straight through kind of decent - and 'Hercules' needed some kids. I definitely wasn't a good actor.

I lived on an ashram in India at 12 and later I was a heroine in a Bollywood movie - I'm not telling you the name because I was terrible.

I like some of Annie Proulx, some of those very brief stories of hers. And I love J. M. Coetzee's Elizabeth Costello. I like Geoff Dyer. I also liked W. G. Sebald, especially his book 'The Emigrants'.

A lot of guys I've seen in my career that played at a high level and were done, they moved on, never thought another day about it.

I would want to wear No. 20, just because a lot of history behind that number through high school and college.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Just once—and that was a long time ago, in a star system far, far away. This

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

Looking back over sixty-odd years, life is like a piece of string with knots in it, the knots being those moments that live in the mind forever, and the intervals being hazy, half-recalled

That guttural, hissing mumble, with all its "Tz" and "zl" and "rr" noises, like a drunk Scotch-Jew having trouble with his false teeth, is something you don't forget in a hurry. So

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been, nor ever could be much better or much worse--hunger, hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of life.

The past is whatever the records and the memories agree upon.

What happens to you here is forever.

If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, it never happened —that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death.