Rebecca Stead Quotes

Everything else you grow out of, but you never recover from childhood.

That other saying, I'm a part of all that I have met, I think that would have to begin with my wonderful parents back in Atlanta when I was a youngster five years old I was tongue tied.

My earliest influences were things I heard in my household.

I remember everything from 1976. I remember I was 14, and I remember my routines.

That reminds me of something that happened to me when I was a kid.

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.

Memories, impressions and emotions from the first 20 years on earth are most writers' main material; little that comes afterward is quite so rich and resonant.

When I was a kid, I never saw a puppet show. I never played with puppets or had any interest in them.

It is one of the most beautiful facts in this human existence of ours, that we remember the earliest and freshest part of it most vividly. Doubtless it was meant that our childhood should live on in us forever.

I think that all of us either lose touch with the child inside us or try and hold onto it because it so precious to us and it's such an extraordinary part of our lives.

I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.

I grew up in Madras and did my schooling at St. Bedes and college at Loyola.

The background of any artist is shaped by the first 15 years of his or her life.

I have been brought up in an environment which was quite an exciting childhood.

When I look back to my childhood, many concrete scenes come to my mind, good ones and bad ones.

I lived with my grandmother for a year when I was very young, and even to this day, when I tell my mother events that took place, she can't believe that I can recall that far.

I very much want to write about some elements of my own growing up.

When I look back to my infancy many images come to mind, beautiful and ugly.

I was born in Singapore, but I left at four so memories are hazy.

There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.

You bury your childhood here and there. It waits for you, all your life, to come back and dig it up.

Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 —and all that followed— was already laid in those first words.

Every man remembers his childhood as a kind of mythical age, just as every nation's childhood is its mythical age.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.