Quotes About Memories

I've always had a certain fascination. It's basically paint what you know, and this is what I grew up with.

From my earliest memories, my aunt was squirting out oil paint. I could just eat it. I would go from her studio and walk down to my father's house, and there he was, working in egg tempera.

You know, if I cleaned out my backpack, which I don't really use anymore, I'd find a bunch of beads. I have a bunch of little girl cousins, they used to paint my toenails and stuff, and they'd make beaded bracelets and there are so many beads everywhere. It's kinda embarrassing.

I've had a lifelong love affair with makeup. When I was a little girl, I used to take my mother's makeup and paint all of my dolls' faces, and I even painted the dog's face!

Nostalgia can be an awful bore, especially for those whose memories are painted in hues different from ours.

As a kid, there was a painting of 'Appeal to the Great Spirit' that I would see when I would get oatmeal bowls out of the cupboard. This painting, it was so real to me that it frightened me.

I have two paintings that used to belong to my grandmother, who lived in Chicago. When I was young, I used to sleep over at her house. They came to me when she passed away. I remember looking at them when I was a girl, and now, every time I see them, I feel good.

I'm a lucky boy. Never wanted for anything; new tracksuit, new pair of football boots. I had a happy childhood.

I'm not much of a shoe person, but I love a pair by Bruno Magli that I've had for 10 years.

When I was a kid, I never even thought about fashion. I had one pair of jeans.

The first picture of me that I know of was me in the crib wearing a pair of cowboy boots.

My mam collects everything to do with everything we've ever done. I don't remember us doing Happy Mondays underpants but my old girl reckons she's got a pair.

I only wrote one diary to be read by others. I went on an exchange to France, working as an au pair, when I was 14 and in a battered red notebook I wrote my experiences for my father to read later.

My mom used to call me a 'jean hoarder' growing up because I had so many pairs of jeans - and I still do.

When I think of Paisley, I think of everything that has shaped my life.

My memories of playing against Pakistan have been happy times for India.

Crystal Palace were my first club and one I hold dear to my heart.

I grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. My dad took me hunting, trapping and fishing when I was a kid.

I was a very ziddi kid. One Diwali, I was hell-bent on lighting an anaar on my palm, and it burst on my palm! It is not a great memory but I still remember that.

When I was eight, my pals and I went up to my bedroom, put on our party frocks and mimed to ABBA records using broom handles as microphones.

Most of the time - in 'Pan's Labyrinth' or 'Devil's Backbone' - I'm talking about my childhood.

In my childhood home, the chip pan was always on the go.

When I was growing up in Russia, my grandmothers would cook the best pancakes in the world, the best meatballs, the best dumplings.

When I was in elementary school, I was a big fan of the zip-off pants that could be turned into shorts. The Delia's catalog used to be my bible.