"I have done it," says my memory. "I cannot have done it," says my pride, refusing to budge. In the endmy memory yields.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 5, p. 86, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Beyond Good and Evil, "Fourth Part: Maxims and Interludes," section 68 (1886).)
That is my major preoccupationmemory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.
(Elie Wiesel (b. 1928), Rumanian-born U.S. writer. Interview in Writers at Work, Eighth Series, ed. George Plimpton (1988).
"God" Wiesel added, "from the religious point of view is part of that kingdom.")
We went to Mannheim and attended a shivareeotherwise an operathe one called "Lohengrin." The banging and slamming and booming and crashing were something beyond belief. The racking and pitiless pain of it remains stored up in my memory alongside the memory of the time that I had my teeth fixed.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. A Tramp Abroad, ch. 9 (1879).)
Human 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.
(Primo Levi (1919-1987), Italian author. The Drowned and the Saved, ch. 1 (1988).)