Francisco Goldman Quotes

I'm not really good at asking people questions in interviews. I just try to have fun, to talk.

A good conversationalist is not one who remembers what was said, but says what someone wants to remember.

When I'm interviewing somebody I don't work from prepared questions.

I've always been able to recount things, and I have a really good memory about dialog and what people have said before and this and that.

I try to ask the questions I think fans want to hear and just have a good, relaxed conversation.

Interviews can be stimulating. It depends on the intelligence of the interviewer.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

Emails get reactions. Phone calls start conversations.

And never forget, there is memory.

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

Vision sometimes comes in a memory.

Conversation makes one what he is.

To listen closely and reply well is the highest perfection we are able to attain in the art of conversation.

The art and science of memory is about developing the capacity to quickly create images that link disparate ideas. Creativity is the ability to form similar connections between disparate images and to create something new and hurl it into the future so it becomes a poem, or a building, or a dance, or a novel. Creativity is, in a sense, future memory.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

I have had the advantage of the opportunity to meet with Mr. Trump on several occasions. And my experience is that he's very intelligent. He's thirsty for information. He wants to hear what you have to say. He listens to his advisers. He digests the information very quickly, and he's got a good memory, because I remember one time I was talking to him about something, and then he pulled some information out of his memory banks that was a great connection that I hadn't even thought to mention to him.

Deciding to remember, and what to remember, is how we decide who we are.

Silence is one great art of conversation.

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

Skillful listening is the best remedy for loneliness, loquaciousness, and laryngitis.

Story-telling is subject to two unavoidable defects,--frequent repetition and being soon exhausted; so that, whoever values this gift in himself, has need of a good memory, and ought frequently to shift his company.

Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

I think "waste of your brain" is something that my mother would say to me occasionally - I think it's usually when I'm telling her something like that I can remember every outfit I've ever worn.

Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.