Suzanne Collins Quotes

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.

The memory loss made me jittery at times.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

Insanity - to have to construct a picture of one's life, by making inquiries of others.

Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.

I don't even know my own phone number.

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.

My husband is stricken with dementia, and it's a trick of his condition that events and people from his past are more real to him than what happened five minutes ago.

I knew there was something I had to do yesterday. I couldn't remember what it is. I can't figure it out. I know it's a holiday. I know I don't have a meeting. It's very confusing.

But I'm not as bad as Al Pacino - he doesn't even know what month it is half the time when he's working.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

The thing about delirium is you think it's great, but it actually isn't.

My great frustration is that, more and more, my memories come and go, and friends all my life are not recognized. Many of the things I say and do, I can no longer remember even right afterwards.

I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

They are shooting at people for reasons they don’t remember.

I never know what day it is. Never, ever, ever.

It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.

Confusion is not an ignoble condition

Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.

I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.