Fading Recollection Quotes

My memory - faded, as I say - is that Paul Johnson was trying to vilify all intellectuals who were at all critical of the states he worships, and of power generally (except, of course, the power of enemies, which we must denounce, imitating the commissars who are his models, though he doesn't understand it).

My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.

To be honest, I don't remember what happened in '95, '96 and '97. It was hard years. My memory is deleting.

She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.

The days of my youth, as I look back on them, seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation car.

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.

Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.