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

In my day, there were no vet video games.

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.

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

I was very worried about my mother, growing up – a lot. I do not want my children to be worried about me.

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.

Any man who doesn’t love his mama can’t be no friend of mine.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

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

My mom was a terrible parent of young children. And thank God – I thank God every time I think of it – I was sent to my paternal grandmother. Ah, but my mother was a great parent of a young adult.

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

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.

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

I never expected anyone to take care of me, but in my wildest dreams and juvenile yearnings, I wanted the house with the picket fence from June Allyson movies. I knew that was yearning like one yearns to fly.

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

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

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.

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.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

I just grew the hair on my back. Facial hair just wasn’t appealing to me. I liked it on my back, though.

I don’t like to get involved in things that I am not familiar with. I’m kind of a hands-on type of person.

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

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.

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.

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

I’m the same kid who used to hop the trains with headphones and just go to downtown Manhattan, walk around and listen to music or walk through the city. The fame restricts that. It’s a small complaint in comparison to the benefits I get from it, but the restrictive part is what I don’t like – and the fact that it’s not reversible.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

I like the sound a typewriter makes.

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

I never needed much, and I never thought I’d get more than what I had. A trip to Burger King was the biggest thing in the world to me. Heaven.

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.

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.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

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.

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

My mother told me to be a lady. And for her, that meant be your own person, be independent.

I was terrible at straight items. When I wrote obituaries, my mother said the only thing I ever got them to do was die in alphabetical order.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

I am who I am today because of my mother.

Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.

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.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

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 was adored once too.

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

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

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

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.

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

My goal in music is to create nostalgic moments.

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

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 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.

My mother was a powerful influence. She made me toe the line. If I didn’t have a perfect report card, she showed her disappointment.