Thomas Harris Quotes

My husband is stricken with dementia, and it's a trick of his condition that events and people from his past are more real to him than what happened five minutes ago.

When you deal with a person who's experiencing dementia, you can see where they're struggling with knowledge. You can see what they forget completely, what they forget but they know what they once knew. You can tell how they're trying to remember.

Imagination is like the drunk man who lost his watch and must get drunk again to find it.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

The critics tend to forget their own answers after a while.

I have a hard time recalling the titles of books.

My great frustration is that, more and more, my memories come and go, and friends all my life are not recognized. Many of the things I say and do, I can no longer remember even right afterwards.

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

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.

The memory loss made me jittery at times.

It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.

Continents of memory had been lost.

There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

I forgot to remember to forget.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.

I don't even know my own phone number.