Alex Trebek Quotes

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

I have an old brain but a terrific memory.

But as the cerebellum degrades with age, so does the quality of memories. The memories are there, but they're not as good.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

I have lost my short-term memory - I'm just getting blonder by the day.

Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.

Old minds are like old horses; you must exercise them if you wish to keep them in working order.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon.

After the age of 80, everything reminds you of something else.

My memory's not too good.

My memory is not that good anymore.

Scientists have discovered that, as we age, our brains act like computers with fuller and fuller hard drives. So when we're trying to recall a fact or a word or a name, it takes us longer, because - to put it scientifically - our brains hold a lot of 'stuff.'

I'm 57 years old, and I host a quiz show every single day. I got asked in a recent interview, did I feel that hosting a quiz show helps keep my brain sharp? And I asked - would you ask Stephen Fry that question, who is exactly the same age as me? Somehow, I'm managing to stand up and stay cogent despite my incredible age.

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.

My memory about names and places now is dreadful. But lines, I can remember.

They say that your powers of memory are at their peak when you're 26, and it's all downhill after that.

A majority of young people seem to develop mental arteriosclerosis forty years before they get the physical kind.

Some things get better with age, but after a certain point, the mind isn't among them.

I'm maybe not quite as sharp as I used to be.

I don't think I've gotten any smarter, but your reflexes slow down before you do something stupid when you're older.

And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

It's not easy getting old, you know. Things become a lot less clear.

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.