Gilbert Parker Quotes

Memory is the thing you forget with.

I have a great memory.

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

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.

Memory isn't a theme; it's part of the human condition.

When I need names they drop out of my head; when I don't need them they drop back.

You never realize what a good memory you have until you try to forget something.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

All of us roughly know what memory is. I mean, memory is sort of the storage of the past. It's the storage of our personal experiences. It's a very big deal.

Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.

Some things we forget. But many things we remember on the mental screen, which is the biggest screen of all.

I can barely remember what I wrote yesterday, let alone 10 years ago.

I was helped by having a verbatim memory of what happened years ago, even if I can't remember what happened a couple of days ago.

When it comes to memories of that iconic type, memories that are burned into you, I have maybe ten or so from my childhood. I'm a bad rememberer of situations. I forget almost everything as soon as it happens.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

We have all forgot more than we remember.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

Why is it that I can remember so easily the lyrics to the opening theme song of 'Gilligan's Island?' Why do I remember these trivial things, and I can't remember the names of important collaborators?

The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. Others, again, leave vestiges which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as long as life endures.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

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.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

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