Quotes About Memory

I believe that when Crazy Horse was killed, something more than a man's life was snuffed out.

Well, I've claimed to have seen two ghosts in a hotel room.

My favorite holiday memory is making gingerbread houses. It's something I've done with my children since they were born.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Some people absorb in different ways. I didn't realize until I was 15 years old how much I retained.

If you will give the matter a moment's thought, you'll see that memory is the highest faculty of the human mind.

I first read 'Lord of the Flies' as a teenager. I remember feeling disillusioned afterwards, but not for a second did I think to doubt Golding's view of human nature.

I met this woman who was a hundred, this housekeeper, a hundred years old. I interviewed her. She just told me about her whole life. She's like, 'I can't read, I can't write; I can tell you who I was working for, and I can tell you the year, but who was president?'

The folding or doubling is itself a Memory: the 'absolute memory' or the memory of the outside, beyond the brief memory inscribed in strata and archives, beyond the relics remaining in the diagrams.

Becoming is an antimemory.

Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.

Everyone has their own version of a memory

My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past..

I don't get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn't mean I don't love our life together.

Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.

Tiene algo de perturbador, evocar un recuerdo cálido y que te deje completamente frío.

No one saves an e-mail, because it's so inherently impersonal. I worry about posterity in general. All the great love letters - from Simone de Beauvoir to Sartre, from Samuel Clemens to his wife, Olivia - I don't know, I always think about what will be lost -

Because everyone loves the Dead Girl.

Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.

I don't know anyone's name. If one of those women died, I couldn't even say, "Poor old Mrs. Zalinsky died." I'd have to say, "That mean old bitch across the street bit it.

I sat in a room the color of egg yolk for two hours while the officer got my story down. The whole time I was thinking about Natalie going to autopsy, and how I would like to sneak in and put a fresh Band-Aid on her knee.

My brother slaughtered my family when I was seven. My mom, two sisters, gone: bang bang, chop chop, choke choke.

There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Go and I had a game inspired by our mom, who had a habit of telling such outrageously mundane, endless stories that Go was positive she had to be secretly fucking with us. For about ten years now, whenever Go and I hit a conversation lull, one of us would break in with a story about appliance repair or coupon fulfillment.