Quotes About Memories

I remember cream cheese in celery, with a sprinkling of paprika, served at my dad and stepmum's 'soirees' in the 70s, where people danced to Slade in long tartan dresses. I'd go down and eat the cheese cubes left over from cheese and pineapple on sticks, because guests would only eat the pineapple.

I lived in Bologna. I go back quite often, and I still have lots of connections and lots of friends. It was a nice period in my life.

I still close my eyes and go home - I can always draw from that.

I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.

I still love records, and I've been fortunate that my parents bought me a record player so I didn't just have my vinyls to stare at!

The loss of my father will always sting. But now, everything that I do is in honor of him and celebrates his life.

I'm really going to miss all the people in the front office, media relations, marketing, all the great people at the ball park. They were my family for a while, and that part really stings. But life does go on.

I think my parents took me to see Sting when I was very, very young.

Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.

Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.

We stitch together our days and edit out our nights.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

I'm grateful I grew up in Stockholm.

When I was in fourth grade, I made a song about the part in Stockholm where we come from.

Frank Ocean called me when I was in Stockholm when I was, like, 17.

People's interest in glamour and clothes and nylon stockings and all those things were, when I was a little boy, the sort of world that I listened to.

The small things that make Christmas magical are the things children will remember. It doesn't matter what they open on Christmas morning, I don't remember what was in half the boxes I opened as a kid. What mattered were the decorations, the cookies that were mysteriously eaten, and the stockings that were filled.

My father was also interested in stocks. When I was a young child, he and his friends would drink in the evening and discuss about the stock market.

Without doubt, some of the happiest moments of my career have come in a Stoke shirt.

When we were kids, Stoke was massive in Norway.

Whichever way the result goes, my 1,000th game will be at Stoke and I had great times there.

Clothes have memories, and sometimes you don't want to remember. People remember where they bought the clothes, who gave them, or where they stole them from.

The first record I got, I think I stole. I was with my mother; she turned her back, and I slipped it in my coat. And I think it was 'Cry Baby' by The Bonnie Sisters. That or 'Lucille' by Little Richard.

I stole comic books from my brother when I was a kid, but I was never like an avid fan. I can't claim to be like a comic book geek.