Our memories are independent of our wills. It is not so easy to forget.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

One of my earliest memories... I knew three full verses of the Star Spangled Banner when I was seven or eight years old. And one of the nuns discovered this phenomenon and I was actually sent around from classroom to classroom to do the whole thing.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

I guess I had fun doing it but it has hard memories for me.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

I've been very fortunate in the things I've had in my life. But, at the same time, I wish I had the same types of memories as everyone else.

My early childhood memories center around this typical American country store and life in a small American town, including 4th of July celebrations marked by fireworks and patriotic music played from a pavilion bandstand.

We can best honor the memories of those who were killed on September 11 and those who have been killed fighting the war on terrorism, by dedicating ourselves to building a free and peaceful world safe from the threat of terrorism.

We don't have any bad memories of the people of the United States.

To understand a man, you must know his memories. The same is true of a nation.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.