I forget more and more, and even when it comes to what I used to be able to do - change a fuse or send a fax - something goes wrong. But these are just the inevitable punishments for having lived a long time and also a hedonistic life. I don't regret that at all. I feel pretty good. I've a rich memory bank to draw on and I don't care too much what happened yesterday afternoon.

About four years ago ... No, it was yesterday.

I don't think I remember my first memory.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to.

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.

A man is a fool to remember anything that happened more than a week ago unless it was pleasant.

The mind's cross-indexing puts the best librarian to shame.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.