Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.
The extraordinary ability of a woman to forget is not the same as the talent of a lady not to be able to remember.
I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.
In terms of long-term durable storage, the human mind, paradoxically, is pretty good, but it's very fragile.
I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick – even the bad ones – so I repeat them often.
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
An actor can remember his briefest notice well into senescence and long after he has forgotten his phone number and where he lives.
