I do so much music that it's like a fog, and I can't even remember all of it.
My brain is like a cross between a colander and a Lazy Susan - thin, slow, and it leaks.
One of the disadvantages of wine is that it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.
Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.
I feel differently immediately when I start to put weight on. I don't like that sluggish, blunted disposition that I have when that happens.
I am amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.
The main symptom of falling in love is that you lose your intellectual prowess.
Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.
When we allow distractions to wobble us away from ourselves, that's when our intuition starts to fade and our focus dulls.
I feel vulnerable because my mind - because of the stroke, my mind doesn't focus. And then I feel vulnerable because I don't understand the world around me.
The campaign trail can be super ephemeral in that you travel so long in a row that all the days kind of blur together, and it can be hard to lay down markers to remember where you were.
One of the most obvious results of having a baby around the house is to turn two good people into complete idiots who probably wouldn't have been much worse than mere imbeciles without it.
His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.
I'm not particularly lucid after a concert. I'm not very lucid before, either.
My thoughts seem thick, ketchup stuck in a bottle. Like trying to feel someone's face while wearing goosedown mittens.
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
I'd been round the world a hundred times and had started to forget where I'd been. I knew I'd been there: it said it on the tour map. I could remember the name of the city but I couldn't remember what it was like - it was a massive blur.
God, my brain really goes to mush when I'm pregnant.
Sometimes, you still have days when you don't just feel right, like there is a kind of congestion, and the flow isn't there. You're just not playing clearly.
There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to dissipation of mind.
I always feel like I'm forgetting things.
My father can not finish a sentence. When we were kids he would go, 'Girls the most important thing in life to remember is...' 'Daddy, what is it?' 'What's what, honey?' 'The most important thing in life to remember.' 'Oh, what's that?'
Occasionally, I have to think like myself to remember where I put something.
This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.
