“Architecture is made of memory. The slope of a roof, the shape of a window, and the color of a door contain the record of the minds that conceived them and the hands that crafted them.” MindMadeHandsMemoriesRecordsDoorsColorShapesWindowArchitectureRoofSlopes Author:Anthony Lawlor
“Draw places you have seen from memory. I used to paint things I had glimpsed through windows while riding in the elevated train.” UsedMemoriesDrawsWindowTrainPaintRiding Author:John French Sloan
“Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.” SoulTodayTurnsMemoriesSummerStonesWindowMy SoulFestivalsKill MeArdent Author:Anna Akhmatova
“Zombies have no memories of their former life. You wont see the undead trying to wash windows or do your taxes. All they know how to do is swarm and feed.” KnowsTryingMemoriesKnow HowTaxesWindowFormerZombieSwarmsUndeadNo MemoryFormer Life Author:Max Brooks
“My most vivid memories of those times weren't the actual nuts and bolts, but just pleasant times sitting with Jack [Kirby] in his studio, going over the pages and looking out the window at my kids playing in his swimming pool .” KidsMemoriesPagesSittingWindowStudiosPleasantSwimmingNutsPoolVividBoltsSwimming PoolKids PlayingNuts And BoltsVivid Memories Author:Mike Royer
“I like to put my iPad on the window and leave it there for however long the journey is, so that I'm staring out, and it's staring out. We're kind of staring out together. It's very poetic to me, watching that absent-minded passing of time. You realize how much you've taken in. What is left of that memory of you staring out of the window for an hour? It's all on the iPad.” KindLongTogetherLeftRealizingHoursMemoriesTakenJourneyWindowPassingPassingsStaringPoeticAbsentIpadsAbsent Minded Author:Damon Albarn
“I think there are people who do write regionally, because that's their subject matter - the way the sunset looks over a strip mall, memories of flirting at the ice rink, waking up to a deer at the window... Up to now, that hasn't been mine.” PeopleThinkingWayWritingLooksMatterMemoriesSubjectsMinesWindowWake UpIceSunsetWakingFlirtingSubject MatterMallsDeer Author:Matthea Harvey
“I have very vivid memories of being a young child. My mother would create dinner as for us, and when she would bake, she would leave some dough for me. I would roll the dough into little sticks while she was cooking the apple tart of whatever. I was looking through the window of the oven and flipping the light, and then my bread would come out, and it was inedible, of course.” ChildrenLittlesLightYoungMotherCoursesMemoriesWindowCookingSticksDinnerBreadApplesVividYoung ChildrenOvensDoughTartsVivid Memories Author:Eric Ripert