William Faulkner Quotes

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

If I forget, then it might as well never have happened. Memory is liberty.

Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." . . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

I think of memory as a game, that is as something one engages in with a very profound kind of "playfulness."

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

People sometimes forget when you remember, but they always remember when you forget.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

For as long as I can remember, I've had memories.

I have a good memory. But I would be interested in memory even if I had a bad memory, because I believe that memory is our soul. If we lose our memory completely, we are without a soul.

We all remember things, it's what we remember that determines how we live.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

And never forget, there is memory.

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

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

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

Memory demands an image.

Memory is imagination pinned down.

Memory was such a worthless thing, really. Nothing it dealt with was attainable. It was concerned with phantom acts and feelings, with all that was uncapturable except in thought. It was without satisfaction.

Memory. My poison, my food.

Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.

Forgetting and remembering are governed by laws, but we cannot find out what they are.