Yes my first memory of singing in general was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.
May I share with you my earliest memory of a political row? It was with my mother about the Queen - classic Freudian stuff shrinks would say. I was eight and refusing to watch the Queen's Christmas Day broadcast.
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
As an instrument for practical action law is responsive to the wisdom of its time which may be wrong but it carries forward sometimes in opposition to this wisdom or passion a memory of received values.
Memory is not wisdom idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance the memory of it.
Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
Memory is a complicated thing a relative to truth but not its twin.
I currently use Ubuntu Linux on a standalone laptop - it has no Internet connection. I occasionally carry flash memory drives between this machine and the Macs that I use for network surfing and graphics but I trust my family jewels only to Linux.
Do not trust your memory it is a net full of holes the most beautiful prizes slip through it.
Spirit of place! It is for this we travel to surprise its subtlety and where it is a strong and dominant angel that place seen once abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents its habits its breath its name.
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages know countries know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
Time moves in one direction memory in another.