My memory is not even what most people's is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.

While it is true that Frank had a great sense of humor, he was also very serious about composing music. In reality there are only a handful of skilled players who can play his most complex pieces. It takes a lot of patience to learn and requires a fantastic memory.

In the past 3-4 years I've developed a habit of keeping numerous small cassette recorders in my house and in a bag with me so that I'm able to commit to tape memory song ideas on a constant basis.

Only people have been through that miserable time will recall the pass from their deep memory.

After Nixon resigned in 1974, he engaged in a very aggressive war with history, attempting to wipe out the Watergate stain and memory. Happily, history won, largely because of Nixon's tapes.

Memory is funny. Once you hit a vein the problem is not how to remember but how to control the flow.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.

In my fifty years of experience and memory, I have seen the most amazing increase in the standard of living of a people ever achieved anywhere in the world. This is why I am so sure that our system of free competition and industrial development is sound and must be preserved.

There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I'd hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.

It is only by not paying one's bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.