Michel de Montaigne Quotes

Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters.

Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't exist.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

Memory is a great betrayer.

It turns out that my memory is just not that great, so for specific scenes with people doing stuff, sometimes I'd have the details all wrong or I couldn't remember what happened exactly, so I just let that be.

The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.

Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely.

We consider ourselves as defective in memory, either because we remember less than we desire, or less than we suppose others to remember.

Pale ink is better than the most retentive memory.

Tip-of-the-tongue syndrome is when people almost remember something but need a computer, or someone else, to help them find it. The problem is, our brains have always been terrible at remembering details. They were like that way before the Internet came along.

How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.

My memory's pretty much gone.

Boy, you know, it's amazing how your brain can turn into a sieve, and you can literally forget episodes that you have shot.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

Short term memory is not good.

Without a functioning hippocampus, names, dates, and other information falls straight through the mind like a sieve.

The other day I... uh, no, that wasn't me.

I don’t remember.

I don't remember scenes. I'm like, 'Really, we shot that?'

I really started to forget things. That's why I quit reciting statistics: because I couldn't remember them exactly, and I stayed away from mentioning some players by name because I really wasn't sure, and I didn't want to make a mistake.

My memory's not too good.

I have a really terrible memory.

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

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.