It feels kinda weird being back in a high school cause I haven’t been in a high school for about a year. So um, it’s kinda interesting coming back, and y’know seeing the lockers, with all the signs, the handmade signs, so being in high school again is a little bit strange but in a good way.

In my heart, I’m just a kid from the council houses. I can remember the old cottage and my dad coming round with the tin bath. I’m not a rich man.

Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused – in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened – by the recurrence of Christmas.

In my day, there were no vet video games.

I had a Super Grover doll growing up. Super Grover was very clumsy, he wasn’t very good-looking. But in his own way he’d always save the day.

Since the beginning, it was just the same. The only difference, the crowds are bigger now.

I just miss – I miss being anonymous.

Every day, my mom and I would watch a different Judy Garland VHS. I love how she tells a story when she sings. It was just about her voice and the words she was singing – no strings attached or silly hair or costumes, just a woman singing her heart out. I feel like that doesn’t happen that much anymore.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

I got a fancy reputation. During high school, every puzzle that was known to man must have come to me. Every damn, crazy conundrum that people had invented, I knew.

I guess that’s one of the things about growing up in the fifties – it never occurred to me that you wouldn’t be at least as successful as your parents.

I still derive immense pleasure from remembering how many hod-carrying brickies were encouraged to put on lurex tights and mince up and down the high street, having been assured by know-it-alls like me that a smidgen of blusher really attracted the birds.

I have this old ’57 Porsche Speedster, and the way the door closes, I’ll just sit there and listen to the sound of the latch going, ‚cluh-CLICK-click.‘ That door! I live for that door. Whatever the opposite of planned obsolescence is, that’s what I’m into.

When I got outta High School I was driving a truck. I was just a poor boy from Memphis, Memphis.

My childhood was endless – from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.

I had wanted a tape recorder since I was tiny. I thought it was a magic thing. I never got one until just before I went to art school.

I loved cowboy movies when I was a kid. When I was five years old, I was already wearing a cowboy hat and suit. When I grew up, I knew John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas and so on.

When it comes down to it, glam rock was all very amusing. At the time, it was funny, then a few years later it became sort of serious-looking and a bit foreboding.

I always loved that old song ‚Banks of the Ohio‘ – it was always such a man’s song, so I’ve always wanted to record it.

My goal in music is to create nostalgic moments.

I thought it was magic to be able to catch something identically on tape and then be able to play around with it, run it backwards; I thought that was great for years.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It’s like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Things ain’t what they used to be and never were.

I just want to go through Central Park and watch folks passing by. Spend the whole day watching people. I miss that.

I had a rat-tail when I was younger. I had this nice Bobby Brown fade, with a rat-tail that was long enough to wrap around my face. I used to chew on the end and bite it.

I grew up in the golden age of Flash Gordon and sci-fi.

I like the sound a typewriter makes.

When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.

Well, everyone likes movies when they’re a little kid.

I went through a lot of battles in high school.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

All of my friends who have younger siblings who are going to college or high school – my number one piece of advice is: You should learn how to program.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I’ve always liked older ladies, ever since my mother would have B’nai B’rith at our house.

Sonnymoon and Quadrants are a couple of bands that really inspire me in terms of the melodics of things and certain tones and just what feels good. It takes me back to the type of music that I grew up on in my household. We played a lot of gangsta rap, but we also played a lot of oldies, and I think that mix is part of what inspires my sound.

Even in high school I was very interested in history – why people do the things they do. As a kid I spent a lot of time trying to relate the past to the present.

I know this sounds strange, but as a kid, I was really shy. Painfully shy. The turning point was freshman year, when I was the biggest geek alive. No one, I mean no one, even talked to me.

In ‚Changeling,‘ I tried to show something you’d never see nowadays – a kid sitting and looking at the radio. Just sitting in front of the radio and listening. Your mind does the rest.

That’s correct, I flunked out of high school twice because I couldn’t write.

I listen to my old records and I think, ‚How did I ever get on the radio?‘

We were on for six years. We were in syndication for a while. It had its run. I still see the people from ‚Mr. Belvedere,‘ too. We stay in touch.

The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

I’m an expert typist. I learned in high school. I would close my eyes and just type without worrying about mistakes. I tried to penetrate my heart, and as I let my thoughts drift, things bubbled up to the surface.

It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

We were all on this ship in the sixties, our generation, a ship going to discover the New World. And the Beatles were in the crow’s nest of that ship.

I prefer the old theaters because the audience is… trapped.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

It isn’t necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.

Artists are losing the choice to use film. People have a love for it – the grain, how it feels, the texture.

‚9 to 5,‘ that little song, that little story, just won’t ever end. Just like ‚I Will Always Love You,‘ it just keeps comin‘ back, popping up its head in one way or another.

Akron, Ohio, is my home. I will always be here. I’m still working out at my old high school.

Everyone my age probably grew up listening to the ‚perreos‘ of Plan B.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

I still close my eyes and go home – I can always draw from that.

If you’ve heard this story before, don’t stop me, because I’d like to hear it again.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

My folks ain’t graduated from high school or nothing like that, so we always had to struggle in the family – and I come from a big family.

I grew up listening to the Police, I grew up performing in bars, singing Police songs.