Quotes About Memory

It's sort of like a reminder [click my teeth together] to remember it, but I don't think it works. I have terrible memory and really bad teeth as a result.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

I wrote poems and an essay about that weird language. We still remember it to a certain extent, and it still comes up when we're all together. It's so fundamental to how I think.

Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

Let your memory be your travel bag.

It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.

Photography is a form of time travel.

Rereading a favorite novel first read 5, 10, or 20 years ago, is a measure of our travel, how far we've come; it's a way of visiting an earlier self.

By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon.

Travel gives a character of experience to our knowledge, and brings the figures on the tablet of memory into strong relief.

Stephen King, 11/22/63

If you can't remember the small things, how are you going to remember the big things? The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.

The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

Mental time-travel is one of the greatest gifts of the mind. It makes us human, and it makes us special.

People robbed of their past seem to make the most fervent picture takers, at home and abroad.