Corey Taylor Quotes

As far as I know, no tapes exist from my years at 'T.J.'s.' I wish they did.

When telling a story about how wasted you were last night, stop.

I live for the nights that I can't remember with the people that I won't forget.

At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.

I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

A memory is only a Prince Charming who stays just long enough to awaken the Sleeping Beauties of our wordless stories.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.

Twenty or thirty years ago, in the army, we had a lot of obscure adventures, and years later we tell them at parties, and suddenly we realize that those two very difficult years of our lives have become lumped together into a few episodes that have lodged in our memory in a standardized form, and are always told in a standardized way, in the same words. But in fact that lump of memories has nothing whatsoever to do with our experience of those two years in the army and what it has made of us.

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

Yeah, a memory's never finished, if you really think about it.

Some of my most outrageous nights- I can only believe actually happened because of corroborating evidence. No wonder I'm famous for partying! The ultimate party- if it's any good- you can't remember it.

At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

I like to capture moments. It's like a photograph. Ten years from now you look at the photograph and you don't remember it but rather the whole week or month around the photo.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the cure: It clean-sweeps; it makes the past, and all its pain, distant, like the barest impression on sparkling glass.

The Past, being in the mode of memory, is closed, inalienable, and irreparable.