My earliest memory of actually definitely wanting to be a filmmaker was when I got thrown out of class when I was 10 and I was storyboarding a short film I wanted to make with my friend's camera.

I have never sat down and studied the Bible, never consciously echoed its language, and am, in reality, as ignorant of it as most brought-up Christians. All of the Bible that I use in my work is...

Ireland starts for me with the end of 'The Dead,' which my father read to me from his desk in his basement office in New Albany, Ind.

I have a photographic memory that enables me to visualize what everyone in the huddle is supposed to do on each of the hundreds of plays in our playbook.

The Holocaust story has been told and retold so many times.

I'm a writer who simply can't know what I'm writing about until the writing lets me discover it. In a sense, my writing process embraces the gapped nature of my memory process, leaping across spaces...

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

My memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart.

Sometimes you go to a show, and you see someone and think they're not there right now. They're performing, but it's muscle memory. There is no memorising some of the ways we put on a show.

When I look through my sketchbooks, they bring back moments that I would otherwise have completely forgotten.

The computer is a very regular structure. It's very uniform. It's got a bunch of memory, and it's got a little element that computes bits of memory and combines them with each other and puts them back...

Even though I was away from the public eye, I was in the public memory.

In history we studied the bog man. Do you remember the bog man? I was absolutely fascinated by this. When something brings the past into sharp focus as a child it creates an indelible impression.

It was a really lucky childhood and while, yeah, there were bits of darkness, which is known about because my mother has made no bones about her struggle with depression, the overriding memory of it...

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

I remember being very young and going to AA meetings with my father in Brooklyn. I thought it was fun because they served hot chocolate and cookies.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

I loved being in Cambridge. I think about it often. It was this great little capsule of time to me.

My first memory of the Garden, it's probably like any other kid in New York: it's either watching the Knicks win the championship or Muhammad Ali against Joe Frazier.

Memory isn't a theme; it's part of the human condition.

I first met Rhoda Morgenstern in the spring of 1970.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

People recognize me, but I get a lot of, 'Didn't I go to camp with you?'

We've forgotten how to remember, and just as importantly, we've forgotten how to pay attention. So, instead of using your smartphone to jot down crucial notes, or googling an elusive fact, use every...

There's nothing that can lock a memory in your mind more distinctly than with a piece of music. It's so easy to remember something so vividly and so perfectly when you score it to something.

I don't get ideas, I have them. The trick is to remember where I've put them.

Our memories, the way we tend to experience them, are sort of fuzzy around the edges, like a watercolor that has bled into the past and is not totally clear.

The past is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets and re-explains what has happened.

My earliest memory is of sitting at Mum's dance school, watching her teach a ballet class.