Art Buchwald Quotes

Records are the only thing that remain of an athlete, the only thing that people will remember. If I want to ensure that people don't forget me, I can only stop once I've set the bar as high as possible for anyone coming after me.

I don't think much about whether fans will remember me.

My job as a performer is to make sure that whatever happens in a performance lives in somebody else, that it's memorable... If you forget tomorrow what you heard yesterday, there's really not much point in you having been there - or me, for that matter.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

I don't remember at all what was said at my college graduation, and I think that's the case for many people.

They always remember the last thing you do. They don't remember the things before.

The thing I'm always trying to do when I write is hit that sweet spot where the book both keeps you up late at night, and yet a week after you've finished, it still pops back into your head.

From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

Sooner or later the public will forget you; the memory of you will fade. What's important are the individuals you've influenced along the way.

I think people in the future will come up to me and say, "Everything that you are and everything that you have is because of that butler [film]." Of course, that's Oprah's line from the movie, but I think it will resonate with my legacy with the movie.

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

Death cancels our engagements, but it does not affect the consequences of our acts in life.

LEGACY, n. A gift from one who is legging it out of this vale of tears.

My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.

I'm not begging to be remembered or whatever. I did my thing, and if you remember, that's even better. But if you don't, there's so many other things going on.

When a great life sets it leaves an afterglow on the sky far into the night.

You only have but so much time to make an impact or people will forget you. My goal always is to make the biggest impact possible.

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

Death will destroy my body, but my creatures will keep on living ever after, in the years to come.

The truth is most of the films that make a lot of money no one remembers, and I'm not interested in making films that no one remembers.

There are some dead who are more alive than the living.

The dying boy said: " Father, don't you weep for me; when I get to heaven I will go straight to Jesus and tell Him that ever since I can remember you have tried to lead me to Him." I would rather have my children say that of me after I am gone; or if they die before me, I would rather they should take that message to the Master than to have a monument over me reaching to the skies.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.