Judd Apatow Quotes

Just because you're old that doesn't mean you're more forgetful. The same people whose names I can't remember now I couldn't remember fifty years ago. . .

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

That's the privilege of old age: You don't have to remember.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.

You get to a point in your life where you go, 'I don't remember what I did.'

As you get older, you worry about your memory.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not the legs that go first; it's remembering the word for legs.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

A guy says, I'm so old that I forgot how old I am. An old woman says, I'll tell you how old you are. Take off your clothes and bend over. The man does this. The woman says, You're seventy four. The man says, How can you tell? The woman says, You told me yesterday.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in one of his works, which for the time being has slipped my mind, which hits off admirably this age-old situation.

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.

I wish there were more good new bands that would light a fire and offer a little friendly competition that would be welcomed.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.

My grandfather said, "When you become senile, you won't know it."

They would grow old. They would forget me.

When you're old you feast on your memories, and if you spend too much time on exercise, you may get old and not have many.

Maybe the memory does play tricks. Increasingly, I'm thinking, 'What was their name? I knew that name yesterday.' I think that's what happens. At some point, I'll forget that I ever worked with Peter Cook, I suppose, and Alan Bennett and Jonathan Miller.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.