Jim Morrison Quotes

I keep forgetting about your amnesia. Heh. Forgetting about amnesia. That's funny.

I just remembered that I'm absent minded... wait, I mean I lost my mind, I can't find it.

I have lost my short-term memory - I'm just getting blonder by the day.

I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and - I can't remember what the third thing is.

I'm sure a psychologist would see something highly significant in how absent-minded I am. I mean I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my neck by muscles, ligaments and my esophagus.

When I think back to my childhood, it's with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. I was always forgetting things. My mum called me scatty because I could never sit still. But there was no sense I was suffering from a medical condition as such.

When the doctors showed me an X-ray of my brain, they pointed to a black hole on the upper left side and told me that all memory from that spot was dead. I thought to myself that I hoped that's where I kept 'The Orange Blossom Special.'

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.

I don’t remember.

I forget stuff. Guess I took a few too many punches.

The inability to forget is far more devastating than the inability to remember.

I have always had a bad memory, as far back as I can remember.

Truthfully I don't remember much about anything after the Olympics 'cause I, I lost everything.

The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

I have terrible short-term memory loss, which I like to think of as Presidential eligibility.

A lot of people have dementia, which is great, because then they don't recognize me.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I have no memory, any at all, of actually performing the play, no recall in terms of the lines. I can't tell you any line from any play I've ever done.

Look, ladies, we've been over this. I don't even remember killing Medusa. I don't remember anything! Can't we just call a truce and talk about your weekly specials?" Stheno gave her sister a pouty look, which was hard to do with giant bronze tusks. "Can we?

Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun?