“And I often dream of chemistry at night, dreams that conflate the past and the present, the grid of the periodic table transformed to the grid of Manhattan. Sometimes, too, I dream of the indecipherable language of tin (a confused memory, perhaps, of its plaintive "cry"). But my favorite dream is of going to the opera (I am Hafnium), sharing a box at the Met with the other heavy transition metals my old and valued friends Tantalum, Rhenium, Osmium, Iridium, Platinum, Gold, and Tungsten.” SometimesDreamPastNightLanguageMemoriesCryMetsGoldTablesMy FavoriteBoxesHeavyConfusedChemistryTransitionMetalsOperaTransformedManhattanTinGridsPlatinumPeriodic TableValued Friends Author:Oliver Sacks
“I've met quite a number of people in my career, but I do have an extraordinary memory. And even though they may drift into the periphery of my memory, I can bring them right back when I need them.” PeopleNeedsMayI CanMemoriesNumbersCareersMetsExtraordinaryBack WhenPeriphery Author:Ben Kingsley
“We don't all see the same way at all. Even if I'm sitting looking at you, there is always the memory of you as well. And a memory is now. So someone who's never met you before is seeing a different person. That's bound to be the case. We all see something different. I assume most people don't look very hard at anything.” PeopleIfsWayWellsLooksPersonsDifferentHardMemoriesCasesSeeingMetsSittingAssumingBounds Author:David Hockney
“Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner..., things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives.” WorldUseLeftFeltLinesMemoriesPartyCitiesBehindsClearOur LivesMetsSurpriseRoundsCornersMapsCriedCoatsTapestry Book:Love Over Scotland Source: Love Over Scotland
“If memory serves me correctly, and it doesn't always, Kate [DiCamillo] and I met in the fall of 2001 at the former Figlio's restaurant in Minneapolis. We were laughing within a minute of meeting - always a good sign.” IfsFallMemoriesLaughingMinutesMetsMeetingsFormerRestaurantsKateMinneapolis Author:Kate DiCamillo