Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.