Javed Akhtar Quotes

When we first hear [a] word, we start putting these associational hooks into it that make it easier to fish it back out at some later date.

When the time comes for your brain to process the information, the second word comes up faster than the first one. So when it's in your head, all of a sudden, it comes out backwards and you think of the word backwards.

Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.

I'll find myself having dinner with people and someone will mention something and I will say I was in that situation once. Then I'll say, forget it, it was a scene I was in. That can get to be quite confusing.

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Outside speech, the association that is made in the memory between words having something in common creates different groups, series, families, within which very diverse relations obtain but belonging to a single category: these are associative relations.

My mind works like Google for images. You put in a key word; it brings up pictures.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

Every moment of my life has a soundtrack, so I never know when some song is going to jump me by surprise and bring the memory alive.

I have found that all of my memories seem to need a place and that a good part of what we think of as explicit memory has to do with location.

How we experience memory sometimes, it's not linear. We're not telling the stories to ourselves. We know the story; we're just seeing it in flashes overlaid.

Invention and memory are so close together in the place they occupy in my brain.

I have never been able to remember the number of my driver's license, and there have been times when I couldn't even remember my own telephone number, but when I hear a song, sometimes only once, I never forget the melody or the lyric.

When the brain is working to remember something, similar patterns of neurons fire as they did during the perception of the original event. These networks are linked, and each time we revisit them, they become stronger and more associated. But they need the proper retrieval cues--words, smells, images-- for them to be brought back as memories

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place

Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting have disappeared, or have been laid aside out of sight.

I honestly don't remember the book well enough to register any surprise about anything. I don't remember anything being shocking to me.

Intelligence is not only the ability to reason; it is also the ability to find relevant material in memory and to deploy attention when needed.

Memory. My poison, my food.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

The most important, the longest lasting, the strongest emotional, and the most practiced memories are the ones that are embedded the deepest in the brain, and because we have retrieved them so many times previously, they are the most able to be retrieved. We all hear about people who can remember their youth, their phone number, or street address from 70 years ago, but they cannot recall what they had for breakfast. The memory of this morning's breakfast wasn't rehearsed, and wasn't very important, so it fades away quickly.

Don't think. That is the wrong way to bring anything back. Let it go. Sooner or later it will flash into your mind.

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.