There are four Powers: memory and intellect, desire and covetousness. The two first are mental and the others sensual. The three senses: sight, hearing and smell cannot well be prevented; touch and taste not at all.

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

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

I had nothing growing up, but I always wanted to be ‚sexy,‘ even before I knew what the word was.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Obstinacy is the result of the will forcing itself into the place of the intellect.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I’d invented it, because it is very true.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to his own work, may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing, worthy of a God, a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.

The memory of that scene for me is like a frame of film forever frozen at that moment: the red carpet, the green lawn, the white house, the leaden sky. The new president and his first lady.

The vulgar man is always the most distinguished, for the very desire to be distinguished is vulgar.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

The wise man should restrain his senses like the crane and accomplish his purpose with due knowledge of his place, time and ability.

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.

I always wanted to be loved.

I’ve always wanted a baby.

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

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

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

The fact is I am not having sex. But I feel absolutely ripe for the, what would you say? plucking?

No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.

I have an excellent memory, a most excellent memory.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

Desire is the essence of a man.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

It’s certainly not wrong to want to be a better person. God gave us that desire.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

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

I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing ‚Happy Birthday.‘

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

If it’s hard to remember, it’ll be difficult to forget.

Temptation is just the feeling that you’re the most independent person on planet Earth. That you know everything. That’s something that we all go through as a kid. Now, this lifestyle that I’m in, the same thing exists! But it’s 10 times worse, because everything is at my disposal. When you’re in the limelight, you can get anything you want.

God’s desire is that we excel.

A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.

The fact is, when men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can isolate them – neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries. For a single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity will sustain them all.

It’s not tyranny we desire; it’s a just, limited, federal government.

I need more sex, OK? Before I die I wanna taste everyone in the world.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

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

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but has no vision.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution.

Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.

Electrical science has disclosed to us the more intimate relation existing between widely different forces and phenomena and has thus led us to a more complete comprehension of Nature and its many manifestations to our senses.

Let us train our minds to desire what the situation demands.

I had wanted a tape recorder since I was tiny. I thought it was a magic thing. I never got one until just before I went to art school.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Together we must learn how to compose differences, not with arms, but with intellect and decent purpose.

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

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.‘