My recollection is – and I’d have to confirm this – but I don’t recall paying any money to go to law school.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.

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

Man is the only animal capable of reasoning, though many others possess the faculty of memory and instruction in common with him.

Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.

I only see clearly what I remember.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to ourselves as well as to other people. Well, women do, anyway. Women do this a lot. And I think when men get older, they do this too, but maybe in slightly different terms.

It is only by not paying one’s bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.

Whenever you hear a man speak of his love for his country, it is a sign that he expects to be paid for it.

I have a scheme for stopping war. It’s this – no nation is allowed to enter a war till they have paid for the last one.

When I graduated from law school in 1959, there wasn’t a single woman on any federal bench. It wouldn’t be a realistic ambition for a woman to want to become a federal judge. It wasn’t realistic until Jimmy Carter became our president.

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.

We do not know where to look, or what to look for, when something is memorized. We do not know what it means, or what change there is in the nervous system, when a fact is learned. This is a very important problem which has not been solved at all.

Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

In the case of news, we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

I never heard of an old man forgetting where he had buried his money! Old people remember what interests them: the dates fixed for their lawsuits, and the names of their debtors and creditors.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Credit is a system whereby a person who can not pay gets another person who can not pay to guarantee that he can pay.

There is no memory or retentive faculty based on lasting impression. What we designate as memory is but increased responsiveness to repeated stimuli.

I do sometimes look back at things I’ve written in the past, and think, ‚I just don’t remember being the person who wrote that.‘

Price is what you pay. Value is what you get.

A doctor gave a man six months to live. The man couldn’t pay his bill, so he gave him another six months.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

Every time I hear a politician mention the word ‚stimulus,‘ my mind flashes back to high school biology class, when I touched battery wires to a dead frog to make it twitch.

The nature of the human mind is such that unless it is stimulated by images of things acting upon it from without, all remembrance of them passes easily away.

Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today’s events.

Debt is part of the human condition. Civilization is based on exchanges – on gifts, trades, loans – and the revenges and insults that come when they are not paid back.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

Sometimes I’ll jot a clever turn of phrase down. Sometimes I’ll just remember it.

I have an excellent memory, a most excellent memory.

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories – and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

How we experience memory sometimes, it’s not linear. We’re not telling the stories to ourselves. We know the story; we’re just seeing it in flashes overlaid.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

I have a memory, and I can just eliminate mistakes when they come up because I’ve already made them.

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories – not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father’s generation. It’s a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.

Players now have a groin injury for months and months, and I often think they don’t really give a toss whether they’re playing or not because they’re getting paid anyway.

People see things differently and remember things differently. It’s why if somebody robs a liquor store and there are four witnesses they’ll often disagree.

I was the first tenured woman at Columbia. That was 1972; every law school was looking for its woman. Why? Because Stan Pottinger, who was then head of the office for civil rights of the Department of Health, Education and Welfare, was enforcing the Nixon government contract program.

For my name and memory I leave to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don’t know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

But what is liberty without wisdom, and without virtue? It is the greatest of all possible evils; for it is folly, vice, and madness, without tuition or restraint.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

I agree with Balzac and 19th-century writers, black and white, who say, ‚I write for money.‘ Yes, I think everybody should be paid handsomely; I insist on it, and I pay people who work for me, or with me, handsomely.

I met Howard Zinn in 1961, my first year at Spelman College in Atlanta. He was the tall, rangy, good-looking professor that many of the girls at Spelman swooned over.

I think history is collective memories. In writing, I’m using my own memory, and I’m using my collective memory.

I was a sociology major. And it had nothing to do necessarily with law, which is ultimately – I went to law school. But what I tried to do was choose something that I was passionate about or something that I cared about.

My doctor told me I shouldn’t work out until I’m in better shape. I told him, ‚All right; don’t send me a bill until I pay you.‘

You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

It is not the employer who pays the wages. Employers only handle the money. It is the customer who pays the wages.

I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.

If the Christian is a restorationist, a legalist, if he wants everything clear and safe, then he will find nothing. Tradition and memory of the past must help us to have the courage to open up new areas to God.

The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.

As a young prosecutor right out of law school at the Alameda County DA’s office that Earl Warren once led, I started my work.