...who we are and what we do it is fundamentally a function of what we remember.

If you want to live a memorable life, you have to be the kind of person who remembers to remember.

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?

Memory is like a spiderweb that catches new information. The more it catches, the bigger it grows. And the bigger it grows, the more it catches.

What makes things memorable is that they are meaningful, significant, colorful.

The more we remember, the better we are at processing the world. And the better we are at processing the world, the more we can remember about it.

To the extent that experience is the sum of our memories and wisdom the sum of experience, having a better memory would mean knowing not only more about the world, but also more about myself.

As bad as we are at remembering names and phone numbers and word-for-word instructions from our colleagues, we have really exceptional visual and spatial memories.

Invented languages have often been created in tandem with entire invented universes, and most conlangers come to their craft by way of fantasy and science fiction.

Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it's about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.

The way to get better at a skill is to force yourself to practice just beyond your limits.

If we understand how the brain works, we can understand how to work it.

Those who listen to lies lose the ability to hear the truth.

I'm not quite at the point where I feel the need to wear disguises in public.

She grinned at me. 'You got types?' 'Only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

Scholars are wont to sell their birthright for a mess of learning.

Everything is energy. Thought is energy and thoughts are real things.

I'd been thinking I'd have to learn how to play really well, but obviously the message of punk was that you just learn three chords in a week and you're away.

Tragedy has the great moral defect of giving too much importance to life and death.

One, two, three...let's go shopping!

My dear, did you ever stop to think what a wonderful bunker you would make?