Katherine Ryan Quotes

I carry a disposable camera. It takes me back to my childhood, when you had to develop your film and wait to see what pictures you got.

We all have those dreams of going back in time and seeing what it was like when our parents were younger.

Anyone who doesn't miss the past never had a mother.

My earliest memories are the best. I always try to remember the good times when Daddy was alive.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.

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

I'm always pretty influenced by stuff from when we were younger.

I look back on my schooldays with a warm glow of nostalgia.

I wish my family had taken more pictures when I was growing up. Instead of always having to draw everything.

Gertrudis got on her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag

I pictured my mom, alone in our little apartment on the Upper East Side. I tried to remember the smell of her blue waffles in the kitchen. It seemed so far away.

there was a time when these weren't memories.

Everything when I was a kid was illustrated.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

In effect, I grew up in a sort of timewarp, a place where times are scrambled up. There are elements of my childhood that look to me now, in memory more like the 1940s or the 1950s than the 1960s. Jack [Womack] says that that made us science fiction writers, because we grew up experiencing a kind of time travel.

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.

The stories of childhood leave an indelible impression, and their author always has a niche in the temple of memory from which the image is never cast out to be thrown on the rubbish heap of things that are outgrown and outlived.

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

I have very fond memories of my childhood in Afghanistan, largely because my memories, unlike those of the current generation of Afghans, are untainted by the spectre of war, landmines, and famine.

What do you suppose makes all men look back to the time of childhood with so much regret (if their childhood has been, in any moderate degree, healthy or peaceful)? That rich charm, which the least possession had for us, was in consequence of the poorness of our treasures.

Asking about acting to me is like asking about junior high.

I love cameras but I find myself reluctantly taking pictures because what's past is past.