For me, clothing is nothing without the story behind it. Everything I own evokes some kind of memory.
I try not to look at my old stuff or my new stuff, really. I'm not a fan.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
One of the reasons for going back into the past is that it's almost the only place that there's any drama.
Reading the final copy of my book was like walking down memory lane all over again. Sure, the writing process was emotional, but when I had the final copy in my hands, it was a completely different feeling.
I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.
I like books that aren't just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just like playing a song, picking up a book again that has memories can take you back to another place or another time.
History happens to one person at a time.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
You look at that movie [Dude, Where's My Car?] now, and you know exactly when it was made. And that's what kids were like then.
When you connect as many memories to your geography as I have, and then you see that geography change around you, you're forced to reckon with the passage of time.
I do hear from people at my exhibition about seeing these things made from this toy from their childhood, and it brings them back. They'll go and buy a set of Lego from the gift shop because of that nostalgia and seeing it at the art exhibition.
Very often, as I wander through life, I'll get that old feeling that I've come back from the future, and I'm living in the past. And it's a really horrible feeling.
My first bat was a Duncan Fearnley 405, size two. I was aged about four. I loved that bat, such great memories. I gave it to a family member and never saw it again.
I love playing in Chicago. It's the memory lane hometown, which is really nice.
I want to visit Memory Lane, I don't want to live there.
I am a complete sentimentalist when it comes to clothes. I have so many memories attached to them that I can't throw anything out.
I wanted to go back to Sun. Unfortunately, most of the gear is gone from Sun. The way I take it now, it's almost like a tourist destination. So, it would have been pretty difficult to have brought all the gear into Sun to make it like it was in the '50's.
It's hard to watch something you've done many years ago.
The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"
I knew it would be painful to write a memoir.
It's still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.
Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It's never when you're looking at old pictures.
I have to go and say farewell to all the countries that I have been to, if I can. I am 73 now, it is taxing on me.
She'd fallen into the best part of her past.
