Rob Brown Quotes

Memories are doing funny things to us.

Radio, which was a much better medium than television will ever be, was easy and pleasant to listen to. Your mind filled automatically with images.

The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are wholly faded and somewhat soiled with handling. But, when we turn further, and come to the chapters where Adam and Eve were banished from Paradise, then, all begins to grow clear and legible.

I was happy using cassettes when I was fifteen, but I'm sure they were sneered at in their day by audiophiles.

There is a beauty in nature and culture that we no longer have access to. Those things you can't forget, you embroider... The further you tell, the further you travel from truth, which means, of course, that literature is a lie.

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

It might have been really cool back in the '50s when it was less populated but I don't know.

The best New York in the world is driving down the [Pacific Coast Highway] listening to the Velvet Underground. That's the best time I've ever been to New York.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.

When I was a boy I remember the women, how they dressed, how they behaved, what was important to them at the time. Like Lee Marvin and Gloria Grahame in The Big Heat.

Memory is your image of perfection.

Had we a privilege of calling up by the power of memory only such passages as were pleasing, unmixed with such as were disagreeable, we might then excite at pleasure an ideal happiness, perhaps more poignant than actual sensation.

If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it.

I never take pictures. Skies are much larger in reminiscences and my friends are much better-looking. Photos crop reality into little squares; instead, I have very good binoculars.

I miss him already. He was a unique person and a dear friend. If a record came on the radio, you'd know it was Waylon Jennings.

The radio of my youth ... is now a quaint memory replaced by computer hard drives.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.

apparel, n.: There are times I don’t mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.

One has always got to be terribly careful, since the theater is made up of a whole bunch of prima donnas, not to let the distortions occur.

Phonographic. It goes around and around. Sometimes it gets stuck. That's why I remember things so well.

You may be gone but you're never over.