Quotes About Recollection

When you recall something - this conversation, perhaps, a hundred years from now - there will be things about it that you misremember. Yet those misremembered details will themselves become part of your memory, gaining solidity and texture with each instance of recall. A thousand years from now, your memory of this conversation might bear little resemblance to reality. Yet you'd swear your recollection was accurate.

My first game in Phoenix is something I'll remember forever.

I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.

I have a photographic memory for numbers.

I have a photographic memory.

I've always been interested in photographs, collecting them not systematically but randomly. They get lost, then turn up again.

Memories. That's the thing about photography. I look at the contact sheet, and it brings back everything: whether I was tired, whether I was full of beans.

Sometimes I'll jot a clever turn of phrase down. Sometimes I'll just remember it.

I think you remember certain phrases from bad reviews. You don't remember all the bad reviews.

But the moment you use an ordinary camera, you are not seeing the picture, remember, meaning, you had to remember what you've taken. Now you could see it of course, with a digital thing, but remember in 1982 you couldn't.

I don't remember anything anybody said in any Jack Ford picture. Nothing happens except action.

My mind works like Google for images. You put in a key word; it brings up pictures.

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

If you think Wall Street has a short memory, you're dead wrong. No, the folks who work on Wall Street, regulate Wall Street - and, above all, invest in its wares, notably its hedge funds - don't have a bad memory. They don't have any memory at all.

I started to write things down, as a very young child, wanting to find a way to remember - to keep close, somehow - moments that made an impression on me.

Mick: What do you remember from when you were four? Josef: Well it was 1603 Mick, it's reasonable to be a little hazy.

Do you want me to leave this with you?" "Sure you don't mind?" "Nah." I handed him the carton and spoon. "Enjoy." My offer wasn't totally generous. I took perverse pleasure at the thought he'd think about me with each bite.

My mouth keeps forgetting what my head has learned.

Who remembers that it was Kirk who introduced us to the cell phone?

I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro.

Hay cosas que no pueden olvidarse, como el ruido de los aviones o el frío en las manos.

La memoria es el perro más estúpido, le lanzas un palo y te trae cualquier otra cosa.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro. Después los antidepresivos detienen todos esos malditos neurotransmisores y uno ya no se pregunta nada.