John Christopher Quotes

In writing 'Another Brooklyn,' I had to imagine what happens when friendships dissolve.

Just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of... Well, the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory days - yeah, they'll pass you by, Glory days - in the wink of a young girl's eye.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing - A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing - Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget.

A melancholy lesson of advancing years is the realisation that you can't make old friends.

FROZEN DREAM I'll take the dream I had last night And put it in my freezer, So someday long and far away When I'm an old grey geezer, I'll take it out and thaw it out, This lovely dream I've frozen, And boil it up and sit me down A dip my old cold toes in.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you.

I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

I am sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It's small mining-- small mining. You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.

All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

To wish for the crazy times one last time and freeze it in the memory of a camera is the least a great artist can do.

When you get to be my age there are more and more people you have known that you miss. Brion [Gysin], Antony Balch, Ian Summerville are ones I think of right away I was quite close to.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

But that was the best time of my life, and only now that it has gone from me forever -- only now do I realize it.

I don't like to reminisce much, and my walls don't have photographs of me and the actors I was with, or any of that stuff... I try and keep that disciplined, and just work. There are so many traps you can get into, and looking back on your own work is certainly one of them.

These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.

It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.

Maybe this was our last summer as best friends. I feel like something's going to change now and I'm not going to be able to change it back. —Margaret

Strange how when you're young you have no memories...Then one day you wake up and BOOM, memories overpower all else in your life, forever making the present moment seem sad and unable to compete with a glorious past that now has a life of its own.