We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.
It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.
There are so many things that poetry is about, one of which is memory.
A universe that came from nothing in the big bang will disappear into nothing at the big crunch. Its glorious few zillion years of existence not even a memory.
I don't write down my experiences, but I have a very decent memory. I have tons of books in which I write down phrases as they occur to me. That's how I write songs. I'll need a line and I'll go through the books and find it, the right rhyme and everything.
I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.
Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
I was asked to memorise what I did not understand; and, my memory being so good, it refused to be insulted in that manner.
It's as though all the terms of a family were present at one time rather than his dad and his mum. Not just a present authority, but the resident memory of what qualifies what else is the case.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
It takes good memory to keep up a lie.
One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie.