I have a lot of memories, but I don't go into capitalizing on that. Something's got to be my own. I'm not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.
I don't like hawking 'round other people's memories. That wasn't part of the deal when I was born.
Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
I have no memories I'm prepared to share with you.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.
My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.
The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window.
I have very happy memories of fairy tales. My mother used to take me to the library in Toronto to check out the fairy tales. And she was an actress, so she used to act out for me the different characters in all these fairy tales.
I've always seen myself as one of those 'show people.' My earliest memories are wanting and needing to entertain people, like a gypsy traveler who goes from place to place, city to city, performing for audiences and reaching people.