It is a happy faculty of the mind to slough that which conscience refuses to assimilate.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

But I remember the place with fondness ... not perfect but, all in all, not a bad memory.

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

sometimes the past is the best memories you lived ever cause it'll never repeat again

I make a rule never to remember anything before last week. It makes life more interesting

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.

There was something in the back of my brain, tapping its fingers on the door to my memory.

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

I let go of her memory the moment I let go of her hand. She fell over 500 feet to her death.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.