#memory

Well, one of the things I discovered in the course of looking back and writing about what I saw in my memory is that I was a closely observant person long before I became a reporter. ↗

— Alma Guillermoprieto

#back #became #before #closely #course

I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere. ↗

— Philip Guston

#anywhere #come #desire #directly #even

My hunger and desperation, being an actor, an out of work actor - my memory of that is as fresh as an open wound. ↗

— Griffin Dunne

#being #desperation #fresh #hunger #memory

... I believe in some sense much akin to the belief of faith, that I noticed, felt, or underwent what I describe—but it may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being the most remote we possess, they are the worst remembered and so offer the least resistance to that process by which we mold them nearer and nearer to an ideal which is fundamentally artistic, or at least nonfactual; so it may be that some of these events I describe never occurred at all, but only should have, and that others had not the shades and flavors—for example, of jealousy or antiquity or shame—that I have later unconsciously chosen to give them... ↗

— Gene Wolfe

#memories #memory #unreliable-narrator #faith

You don't have to hold onto the pain to hold onto the memory. ↗

— Janet Jackson

#memory #onto #pain #you

Language is memory and metaphor. ↗

— Storm Jameson

#memory #metaphor

I have to tell everyone that when I finish a film and it goes out and is released, I never look at my films again. I don't like looking back. I don't even like talking about 'em! So I'm really digging back in my memory because I don't like to sit and look at my films again. ↗

— Jim Jarmusch

#again #back #because #digging #even

Here is your flaw, Shaitan, Lord of the Dark, Lord of Envy, Lord of Nothing, here is why you fail. It was not about me. It’s never been about me.” It was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet. A woman who had crawled when she had to. That woman still fought. It was about a man that love repeatedly forsook. A man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. A man who remembered stories and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking. That man still fought. It was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future. A woman who had hunted the truth before others could. A woman who had given her live, then had it returned. That woman still fought. It was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could. It was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not heal those who had been harmed. It was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero. It was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shown with a light for all who watched, including Rand. It was about them all. ~Rand al Thor ↗

— Robert Jordan

#brandon-sanderson #dark-ones #rand-al-thor #robert-jordan #wot

I think you just assume that your memory is just sort of a video playback of your experience, but it's nothing like that at all. It's a complete refabrication of an event and a lot of it is made up, because you're filling in spaces. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#because #complete #event #experience #filling

If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today. ↗

— E. Joseph Cossman

#ago #memory #recall #test #today