Sara Paretsky Quotes

I used to lose my keys a lot.

Never leave a pen around me - it will be gone.

I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!

I'm terribly forgetful. I've lost laptops, cell-phones.

I don't know where my phone is half the time.

I've always been forgetful.

I really don't retain information - by the time I arrive wherever I'm going, I already forget what it is that I wanted to say.

I somehow can't remember numbers, names, and faces. I forget very easily.

I can never remember what I do even in the studio.

Like many men, I am highly skilled in the art of losing things but prefer to outsource the recovery process.

I'm a real dumb-dumb in real life. I'm just book smart. But definitely not street smart. The other day I lost my jacket in a cab. And I'll forget things every time I leave the house.

I have a terrible memory.

I can't find my car keys in the morning. Trying to get out of my house is a nightmare. 'Where's my wallet? Where are my keys? I have to go find a missing person.'

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'm terrifically absentminded.

I am trying to cultivate the notion that constantly misplacing one's cell phone is a charming eccentricity... my children aren't buying it.

But I'll tell you what I'm really bad at: I don't concentrate on what I'm doing, so I constantly lose things. I put my purse in the fridge - I'm one of those people.

My worst habit is probably that I'm extremely messy. I'm a big scatter-brain - I'm always losing my car keys, or worse, forgetting where I parked my car in the car park.

I'm the type of guy to put the water on the stove and then walk away and 10 seconds later be like, 'Come on, boil'!

I can't remember names and things.

I lose stuff. I forget stuff. I walk into rooms and go, 'Why am I in here? What did I come in here for?' Is that normal? I'm 65. I don't know.

I can remember weird things from way back, but not what I had for breakfast.

I've got a short memory span.

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.

My father could never remember anybody's name.