Ian Mcewan Quotes

Most of the centenarians whom I have been able to see have been so defective mentally that all that can be studied in them are the physical qualities and functions.

I hate to sound this way but, 'Why me? Why me with dementia?'

My thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings are all in my brain. My brain is going to rot.

I have lost my mental faculties but am perfectly well.

Charlton Heston announced again today that he is suffering from Alzheimer's.

The terror dementia sufferers must feel is unimaginable, but the techniques they use to hide their difficulties - the ducking and diving and keeping the world laughing - are perfectly understandable.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

You know, I have found a new way to get high and stay spaced out for hours on end, and the government can't stop me... It's called senility.

The president was madman Reagan who's got Alzheimer's and has lost his mind. He now crawls on all fours.

I think you go nuts when you get older.

The older you get, the better you get. The key is just keeping the body up with the mind. The mind keeps developing when the body is breaking down.

I know if I don't look after myself, I will be talking to you in a couple of years' time mumbling my words and slurring. It won't be because I am drunk: it will be the fighting, taking blow after blow to the brain. That scares me. I don't worry about being killed in the ring; it's losing my mind that I fear.

The hell with the aging process. It happens to everyone - you just keep your mind active, you keep physically active.

It's not that we simply get old, and memory starts to go, and sleep starts to deteriorate. But those two things actually are significantly interrelated.

That's the trouble with losing your mind; by the time it's gone, it's too late to get it back.

...Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

He had senile dementia and liked to go outside naked, but he could still do two things perfectly: win at checkers and write out prescriptions.

It is possible to live well with dementia and write best-sellers 'like wot I do.

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

There is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

The mind, like all other things, will become impaired, the sciences are its food,--they nourish, but at the same time they consume it.

They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.

My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.

As I get older and I get more of this dialogue and I lose more and more brain cells, it really does become the most difficult part of the job!