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

I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less than 10 seconds.

I just miss – I miss being anonymous.

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

I am proud to have been born in Iowa. Through the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, it was a place of adventure and daily discoveries – the wonder of the growing crops, the excitements of the harvest, the journeys to the woods for nuts and hunting, the joys of snowy winters, the comfort of the family fireside, of good food and tender care.

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.

A church without women would be like the apostolic college without Mary. The Madonna is more important than the apostles, and the church herself is feminine, the spouse of Christ and a mother.

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.

I’m saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I really am.

I do the dishes every night – other people volunteer, but I like the way I do it.

I’m personally more struck by visual things more than musical.

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.

When I was nine years old, living on the south side of Chicago, my father was a minister and my mother used to scrub floors. I had seven brothers and four sisters. I told my mama, ‚One of these days I’m going to be big and strong and buy you a beautiful house.‘ That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life, is to take care of my mother.

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.

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

There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

I like to walk around with bare feet and I don’t like to comb my hair.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

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.‘

There is no such things as ‚best‘ in the world of individuals.

Some of my foster families used to send me to the movies to get me out of the house and there I’d sit all day and way into the night. Up in front, there with the screen so big, a little kid all alone, and I loved it. I loved anything that moved up there and I didn’t miss anything that happened and there was no popcorn either.

I can’t remember what made my dad take us karting for the first time, I can’t remember really. I was into motorsport by then and I knew everything, and every driver, it was around 2009, 2008. That’s when I first properly knew about Formula One. Those were the days.

I would like to go back to Wales. I’m obsessed with my childhood and at least three times a week dream I am back there.

My first phone was two tin cans tied together with string, and it worked pretty good.

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

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

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.

My mother encouraged me to be artistic. It was written in a contract at an early age that I would be an artist.

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

Dude, maybe not everyone loves ‚Glee.‘ Me included. I watched 10 minutes and it wasn’t my thing.

Rose Adams is a wonderful Christian woman who cared for my mother, Morrow Coffey Graham, in her last years of life.

My mother was an Earth Mother and the nicest person in the world.

Oh, 1994, April 27. There won’t be a day like that ever again. I mean, the sky was blue, with a blueness that had never been there before.

The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat.

My mother was a very wonderful woman. When she and my dad divorced, she moved to California and worked two jobs in the cannery at night and as a waitress during the day. But she saved enough money to establish a restaurant.

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

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

My mother is a strong, wonderful woman. I could never be anything she didn’t want me to be.

Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.

I remember coming to New York in 1974 to do a play here called ‚Equis.‘ And I remember the first morning getting up and walking around the streets, and I thought, ‚I’m home.‘ I felt really at peace here.

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.

All styles are good except the tiresome kind.

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’ve been around longer than most of my fans have been alive.

I dream of a church that is a mother and shepherdess.

My mother was a very natural woman. She never spoiled herself, never wore make-up, and wore modest jewellery, but she always had a few special items for when she wanted to feel like a lady. One of those special items – and I remember it because it seemed so elegant – was her Guerlain powder.

I’m not really a Hollywood person. Not that I don’t like L.A., but I’m just a Northern California guy.

I never listen to ‚Nevermind.‘ I haven’t listened to it since we put it out. That says something.

I was born in Earl K. Long Hospital. I was born Feb. 5th, 1986. I have a lot of family members. My grandmother had five girls, and all of them had children. It was always a house full. A lot of cousins. A lot of family members.

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.

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

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

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.

In my day, there were no vet video games.

My mother was a schoolteacher and very keen that I go to a city school, so although it was fairly impoverished times, I traveled every day to the Auckland Grammar School.

Going home helps the content.

A lot of people don’t like the road, but it’s as natural to me as breathing.

I’m just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family, and my children brought me back some of that spirit.

My mother, I suppose, is still a main figure in my life because her life was so sad and unfair, and she so brave, but also because she was determined to make me into the Sunday-school-recitation little girl I was, from the age of seven or so, fighting not to be.