My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.

My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic.

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model and she was quite a glamorous woman.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

When we lose one we love our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

I was myself brought up with my brother whose name was Matthias for he was my own brother by both father and mother and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.

My entire learning process is slow because I have no visual memory.

Perhaps to the uninformed it may appear unaccountable that a man should be able to retain in his memory such a variety of learning but the close alliance with each other of the different branches of science will explain the difficulty.

When we think about online learning it's such 'early days.' Bill Gates is a wildly smart insightful guy. Yet even a guy as smart and insightful as that 30 years ago can say things like 'Who's every going to need more than 640K of memory?'