Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
The past is still visible. The buildings haven't changed, the layout of the streets hasn't changed. So memory is very available to me as I walk around.
Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: just a piece of the truth.
When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?
Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.
Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.
Memory is a way of telling you what's important to you.
A good memory is surely a compost heap that converts experience to wisdom, creativity, or dottiness; not that these things are of much earthly value, but at least they may keep you amused when the world is keeping you locked away or shutting you out.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.