People seem to forget what it was like to be a child. I think it's partly because they want to forget, because it usually wasn't as good as you thought it was, and so you want to skip over those things, and not have to relate to that anymore.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
When you think of the good old days, think one word: dentistry.
It was a hard time. It was something I would love to erase from my memory.
I've never run into a person who yearns for their middle school days.
I don't like to think about what school was like for me.
You remind me of everything that followed.
I was really skinny and I had greasy hair and I was knock-kneed. There's something still in me that's like that, and I catch myself, you know when you're walking or something, and you think, 'Oh no, you're still that drippy person.'
I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.
Villa Grande has in many ways symbolized an important, but less than pleasant, part of our history.
I had piano lessons when I was a kid, like most people. And hated them, like most people. And quit, like most people.
How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.
I don't want the kids to go through want I went through.
