Richard Linklater Quotes

Every moment is memorable to me.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

I like to capture moments. It's like a photograph. Ten years from now you look at the photograph and you don't remember it but rather the whole week or month around the photo.

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

I'm surprised by how much I remember [on childhood on film]. I think it's just because I had these interesting moments. Of course, you never know when they're interesting moments, but there was a lot of stuff that I remember and have attached significance to later. I remember enough. I remember highlights.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

Swift defined observation to be an old man's memory.

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it only then for the first time.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.

The Past, being in the mode of memory, is closed, inalienable, and irreparable.

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.