John Malkovich Quotes

As a kid, my grandma would be dancing all the time.

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

I tend not to look back. It's confusing.

I think because I'm not a parent, my most immediate connection to childhood is my memory of my own childhood.

I often worry that my idea of personhood is nostalgic, irrational, inaccurate.

I think you never forget your childhood, whether it was happy or unhappy.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Let a man turn to his own childhood - no further - if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

To return to the books of my childhood is to yield to the strain of nostalgia that is curious about the self I once was.

Every time I play 'Part of Your World,' a whole part of my life comes back to me. It's just inescapable - it was an innocent time, and a sense of discovery that we were all involved with.

My favourite memory was the first time my mum bought me a bubble blower. I must have been the happiest girl in the world that day. I was all over those bubbles like a moth to a flame.

I kept notebooks as a kid, and they were important to me.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

The Self has turned out to mean so many things, to mean them so ambiguously, and to be so wavering in its application, that we do not feel encouraged.

What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been his own childhood. He knew he was close to completing and so that's what he was doing: getting me to describe things to him, so they'd really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the paint and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

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

People who get nostalgic about childhood were obviously never children.

[Paper Girls] is very much is about how we are thinking about our past and growing up.

If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.

There is nothing fine about being a child: it is fine, when we are old, to look back to when we were children.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw him higher. Pittsburgh and happiness high up. The only way to leave even the smallest trace. So that all his life her son would feel gladness unaccountably when anyone spoke of the ruined city of steel in America. Each time almost remembering something maybe important that got lost.

A man advanced in years that thinks fit to look back on his former life, and calls that only life which was passed with satisfaction and enjoyment, excluding all parts which were not pleasant to him, will find himself very young, if not in infancy.