Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.
Writing on a computer makes saving what's been written too easy. Pretentious lead sentences are kept, not tossed. Instead of sitting surrounded by crumpled paper, the computerized writer has his mistakes neatly stored in digital memory.
The computing world is very good at things that we are not. It is very good at memory.
I've got a terrible memory; it's probably because I'm always concentrating on what I'm doing now.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
The repressed memory is like a noisy intruder being thrown out of the concert hall. You can throw him out, but he will bang on the door and continue to disturb the concert. The analyst opens the door and says, If you promise to behave yourself, you can come back in.
Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience... from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.
Karma, memory, and desire are just the software of the soul. It's conditioning that the soul undergoes in order to create experience. And it's a cycle. In most people, the cycle is a conditioned response. They do the same things over and over again.
An army took on the Union; an army lost. That nation, the Confederate States, lost. And if - that flag - in terms of publicly or state-sponsored things, or local or county or city-sponsored things - should be forever wiped from the memory, because that side lost.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
A notion for a story is for me a confluence of real events, historical perhaps, or from my own memory to create an exciting fusion.
Life may unfold chronologically for the body and for bureaucracies that keep track of such things as births, marriages, deaths, visas, tax returns, expulsions, and identity cards, but memory does not play this game in quite the same way, always manages to confound the desire for tidiness.
Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.
Cultures are never merely intellectual constructs. They take form through the collective intelligence and memory, through a commonly held psychology and emotions, through spiritual and artistic communion.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
I have a terrible memory of my own past. I can barely remember my childhood. I have few memories from college and law school - though once I got married, I got the advantage of being able to consult my husband's memory.
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one's life.
I have a very conveniently photographic memory of emotions - it's overwhelming, because things don't fade for me.
