Christa B. Allen Quotes

I'm from that generation where there aren't that many pictures of me as a baby.

Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.

Remember when we didn't live in the future? When we were young, it was not the future yet.

The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.

I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.

I feel it was just a few years ago I was running around in short pants.

I bought all the stuff, but nothing was as satisfying to me as using the Rolleiflex because it was one shot.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

I was always in front of the camera. My mom was really passionate about photography - I have pictures of my whole life. I've always just been in front of my mom's camera, and it's always comfortable to me.

I think we all miss our childhood.

I think back to my time when I was skating: I was 15, and there was no such thing as Instagram.

A lot of times as an actor you watch a film it's like thumbing through a photo book from your past. It's people you haven't seen in a while, there are people that have passed away, and there are people you owe phone calls to.

I want my music to make you reminiscent or nostalgic of your childhood, or take you back to a better place.

I could live without my phone. And one thing I'd love to do is experience having the freedom that kids had back in the '80s.

I had 8-tracks when I was a kid.

'Hedwig' is unabashedly analog.

I love nostalgia.

Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.

It is well known that the older a man grows, the faster he could run as a boy.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

I remember when I used to be really into nostalgia.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.