In fact, you couldn’t give me anything to make me go back to being a teenager. Never. No, I hated it.

Even when I was a kid, everything I had was the best.

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.

My goal in music is to create nostalgic moments.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

The nice thing is that when people come up to me, it’s the football they remember, not all the other rubbish.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

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

When I was younger, I used to have more flair, I used to do more tricks, the nutmegs, the step-overs.

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.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

Lovers often invest their first meetings with retrospective significance, as if to try to conjure the elements of the numinous out of the stubborn witness of the everyday.

Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child’s eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.

The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember.

Let’s face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.

In this bright future you can’t forget your past.

I got a job when I was 15 because my allowance was about $20 a week which in New York was impossible. So I used to waitress across the street from where I grew up.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

In the good old days when I was a senator, I was my own man.

Confidence, as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I loved cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved.

When I was 16… I worked in a pet store. And they fired me because… they had three snakes in there, and one day I braided them.

I still have mixed feelings about what growing up is – this thing that happens to everyone, so I’ve heard.

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.

‚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.

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

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.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

Growing up in the place I did I never was aware of any other option but to question everything.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

Being a kid’s not easy. You’re transforming and becoming a human being. At some point, you have everyone taking care of you, and then, all of a sudden, you’re out in the world.

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.

Sometimes we look back and 10 years from now we think, ‚Boy, those were great old days.‘ Well, you know, we’re living in the good old days.

It’s always a struggle growing up in Akron.

Whatever the reasons may be, I was very much affected by events of the 1930s – the Spanish Civil War, for example, though I was barely literate.

I don’t dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it’s gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin‘ White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It’s connected to where you are today.

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

My life is mine to remember.

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.

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

Letters are something from you. It’s a different kind of intention than writing an e-mail.

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.

Old is authentic. Old is genuine. Old is valuable.

There’s something about pulling out a real tape from a shelf and looking at it and knowing that ‚Everlong‘ is on it, or ‚Best of You‘ is on it, and it’s really special.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

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.

When I was growing up, my parents were almost involved in various volunteer things. My dad was head of Planned Parenthood. And it was very controversial to be involved with that.

When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched our girls, just 7 and 10 years old, pile into those black SUVs with all those big men with guns.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

When you’re thirteen and listening to punk, the aggressive nature of music can sway you to the dark side.

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.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

I think it speaks of all women having those few special things that make them feel feminine. And so when I was a little girl, I would associate Guerlain with that.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

There are so many memories for me in Manchester. Everywhere I go, I think, ‚I used to have boutiques here, clubs there, restaurants in that area.‘

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy’s tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

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.

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

The moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

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

Starting at about, I guess, forever, I’ve always looked forward to getting older. When I was 14, I couldn’t wait to be 16 and get a driver’s license.