She wrote How to Sing a Song (1928; L'Art de chanter une chanson), two novels, La Vedette and Les Demi-Vieilles (both 1920), and an autobiography, La Chanson de ma vie (1929; Song of My Life: My Memories).
Me, I like to understand such feelings and sensations, and I've learned too, that sharing them helps me to relive them, to deepen them and make them stronger and more deeply embedded in my life, my memories and who I am.
My first thought when they walked in was that they were smaller than I'd remembered, maybe because I am bigger now, but probably because they'd loomed so large in both my life and my memory.
Ever the optimist, he remained upbeat, saying, "I've joked my way through my life and my memories are very sustaining".
They've been some of the best days of my life.... seared into my memory.
I could, for the first time in my life, tap into my memory bank, into every moment I had lived before.
It was one of the single most magical nights of my life seared in my memory, as I looked up at the black sky, and listened to David Bowie sing!
The last year of her life, my niece ran — from her "memories," from the demands of the multiple personalities she believed her abuse had given rise to, from the relentless fear that gripped her in its claws.
STATIONS IN LIFE Backward in time my memory races To when subway stations stood for places -- When the stairs at Prospect Park revealed The panorama of Ebbets Field, And one could become a most happy fella Watching Robinson, Reese and Campanella.
The most bizarre section of the book is a hymn of praise to Jimmy Goldsmith, who we are told was a convert at the end of his life to environmentalism (actually my memory of Goldsmith at the end was as the founder of the Referendum party, a nastier precursor of Ukip).
