I remember I used to sleep on my records. In a room with no furniture. I remember I used to sleep in my car.

I have rooms full of little dongly things and don’t want any more. Half the little dongly things I’ve got, I don’t even know what gizmo they’re for. More importantly, half the gizmos I’ve got, I don’t know where their little dongly thing is.

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

The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

When I went back to my old high school, all these kids looking at me like I’m the real big homie, the same way I look at Jay Z, Nas, or Dr. Dre. You would’ve thought Michael Jackson walked through that joint off the excitement that they had.

You can’t imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.

Simple goes a long way.

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

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

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

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

My goal in music is to create nostalgic moments.

I like to reminisce with people I don’t know.

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.

Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.

Elegance is refusal.

I look at other people’s lives, and some people feel like they’re too old to play with toys. But I still go through the toy section at the store, ‚cause there were toys that I wanted when I was little that I couldn’t have. So I still get them.

I can imagine in years to come that my papers and memorabilia, my journals and letters, will find themselves always in the company of people who care about many of the things I do.

Since the departure of good old-fashioned entertainers the re-emergence of somebody who wants to be an entertainer has unfortunately become a synonym for camp. I don’t think I’m camper than any other person who felt at home on stage, and felt more at home on stage than he did offstage.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

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.

We are not the sum of our possessions.

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

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

Music was an experience, intimately married to your life. You could pay to hear music, but after you did, it was over, gone – a memory.

The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember.

Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.

I think the brain is essentially a computer and consciousness is like a computer program. It will cease to run when the computer is turned off. Theoretically, it could be re-created on a neural network, but that would be very difficult, as it would require all one’s memories.

Christmas morning, I’m going to open presents with my kids. I’m going to take pictures of them opening the presents. Then I’m going to come to the Staples Center and get ready to work.

When I was 8 years old, it mattered what my favorite singer said and wore and expressed opinions about.

When I was on TV in the ’80s, I wasn’t thinking, ‚There’s a 10-year-old kid watching this and in 15 years, he’s gonna be doing stuff that was influenced by me.‘ I was trying to get my five minutes together. So now that those people are comedians and they’re influenced by me – it’s bizarre.

We only need so much to survive, but this world we live in tells us we need more stuff to be happy. We’re inundated with our televisions, the Internet and advertising that says in order to be happy you have to have these things. When you say, ‚Gimme, gimme, gimme,‘ you will always be in short supply.

I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren’t consumed by technology and television.

Taxpayers have long memories, especially when it comes to how their hard-earned money is spent.

But I did ‚Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.‘ They made a cereal out of it, so once you’ve had a cereal, it doesn’t get much more surreal than that. Surreal cereal.

I was adored once too.

I’m happy that I have my family, and I’m happy that I had Virginia, where I grew up, to retreat to any time I felt overwhelmed. Whenever there were times when I felt like the rug was being pulled out from under me and I was floating in this crazy space, I would stop and go back to that neighborhood and realize nothing’s changed, really.

I’m German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn’t exist any more.

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

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.

I used to really love Fiend, but he stopped. He just stopped. Every time he had a project, every project – ‚There’s One In Every Family,‘ ‚Street Life‘ – I had to have them. And he just stopped. And that was disappointing, ‚cause that was my favorite rapper at one time.

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

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

A good song never gets old.

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

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.

My relationship with the mountains actually started when I was 16. Every year, a group used to be taken from Auckland Grammar down to the Tangariro National Park for a skiing holiday.

I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, ‚Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.‘ I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little.

When I went back to England after a year away, the country seemed stuck, dozing in a fairy tale, stifled by the weight of tradition.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

I never saw any of my dad’s stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

I can only say the first thing that pops into my mind is I remember, years ago, seeing kind of a has-been country singer working – when I first moved to Nashville – in a bar in a Holiday Inn.

A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

When I was a boy we didn’t wake up with Vietnam and have Cyprus for lunch and the Congo for dinner.

That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.

Fashion is inspired by youth and nostalgia and draws inspiration from the best of the past.