Tommy Chong Quotes

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

If you have a lesion in the hippocampus in both sides, you have short term memory, but you can convert that short term memory into long term memory.

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.

Why do we remember stuff from when we were 5 years old but not important facts that are more recent?

My teammates will tell you I find it hard to remember what happened two weeks earlier, let alone what happened a decade and a half back.

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

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

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.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.

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

Memory is the basis of every journey.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

Memory. My poison, my food.

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.

What a man can't remember doesn't exist for him.

I don't think I remember my first memory.

Sometimes it is difficult to remember, but other times it is very easy to remember. Sleep deprivation is the killer.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

I have no memory, any at all, of actually performing the play, no recall in terms of the lines. I can't tell you any line from any play I've ever done.

Mind is memory, not intelligence.