Quotes About Memories

Well, I hope you like it here, Leo. It used to be .......really nice.

The times I spent with my children in nature are among my most meaningful memories-and I hope theirs.

Good memories are our second chance at happiness.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.

When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

Can we go back to using Facebook for what it was originally for - looking up exes to see how fat they got?

About a month before he died, my grandfather, we covered his back full of lard - after that he went downhill very quickly.

I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.

Oh, to be seventy again!

The gift of my childhood was laughter, being able to find the humor.

I can remember my first one-night stand like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not the first. Or the second... or the fifth. I'll just begin with what I can remember and not concern myself with order.

When I was a kid, I went to the store and asked the guy, Do you have any toy train schedules?

As a child, I was more afraid of tetanus shots than, for example, Dracula.

Whitney Houston's cover of "I Will Always Love You" was constantly on my FM Walkman radio around that time. I think that made me cry because I associated it with absolutely no one.

Last year we drove across the country...We had one cassette tape to listen to on the entire trip... I don't remember what it was.

I was a hip kid. When I saw Bambi it was the midnight show.

I come from a very big family. Nine parents.

Leo. Jason said, you're wierd. Yeah, you tell me that a lot. Leo grinned. But if you don't remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on!

Dulwich College takes me back after seventy years: My Mum must have written one hell of a sick note!

A person without regrets is called a corpse.

I had a paper route when I was a kid. I was supposed to go to 2,000 houses. Or two dumpsters.