In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Just this morning out of a large memory for songs and having been obsessed by them since childhood suddenly at the age of 84 I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.

My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic.

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model and she was quite a glamorous woman.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

When we lose one we love our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

I was myself brought up with my brother whose name was Matthias for he was my own brother by both father and mother and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.

My entire learning process is slow because I have no visual memory.

Perhaps to the uninformed it may appear unaccountable that a man should be able to retain in his memory such a variety of learning but the close alliance with each other of the different branches of science will explain the difficulty.

When we think about online learning it's such 'early days.' Bill Gates is a wildly smart insightful guy. Yet even a guy as smart and insightful as that 30 years ago can say things like 'Who's every going to need more than 640K of memory?'

Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.

A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence he is just using his memory.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

People who think my books are autobiographical which they're not credit me with having a much better memory than I do. I do however have a powerful imagination.

Many Nobel Prizes are awaiting good research to understand and explain the many mysteries of our bodies such as the basic mechanism of memory or imagination.

The moment of inspiration can come from memory or language or the imagination or experience - anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.

Many memory techniques involve creating unforgettable imagery in your mind's eye. That's an act of imagination. Creating really weird imagery really quickly was the most fun part of my training to compete in the U.S. Memory Competition.

He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.

My books are elegiac in the sense that they're odes to a nation that even I sometimes think may not exist anymore except in my memory and my imagination.

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view so imagination can meet memory in the dark.

A man at work making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.