memory, n.Definitions

Memory is a fiction we tell ourselves: Just a piece of the truth.

Memory is a creative process. Recalling a memory is not like playing a tape recorder.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

Memory is a net: One that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

Memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone... not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.

Memory is a distorting lens: What we think we remember isn't the way it was at all. It's what we'd like to remember.

Memory is a monster. We may forget something, but it doesn't... it keeps things for us, or hides things from us and summons them to our recall with a will of its own. We think we have a memory... but it has us!.

Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.