Quotes About Memories

No matter where I've been or where I go, a piece of Missouri is always with me because this is where I'm from and where I grew up.

A piece of my heart will always be with Liverpool.

But when I was seven or eight, I did my first little piece of acting.

Everybody who worked in film misses holding pieces of film, holding it up to the light, and seeing exactly where something was image-wise.

My favourite finds are often antique pieces with a history.

I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.

It's very likely that graduates, current employees and retirees have some wonderful pieces of Deer Park history in their closets or garages.

There are certain pieces of music that are always attached to certain books.

My mom used to have a lot of European cinema playing in the house, so I'd catch bits and pieces of films.

I have a folder of scraps and pieces of paper with stuff, ideas for songs from the last 25 years; just little things, maybe early songs that I finished, but didn't think they were good enough.

I grew up on the Bond movies. The first one I saw was 'Diamonds Are Forever,' when I was a kid. I just loved them to pieces.

I think we could jam a bit more in our coffins than we do. I'm going to have some books, some I haven't finished or haven't read, some feathers and nice bits and pieces, the odd note. Just on the journey for the next bit.

I definitely inherited a lot of from both my grandmothers and from my mother. I wear a lot of pieces that used to belong to other people.

I knew my own mother had been in the theater for a while and had taught children, because she used to teach me the pieces that she taught them, but she did much more than that.

It is the little things that pierce and burn and prick for years to come.

I used to have a potbelly pig named Terrance. He died of obesity.

I was one of those kids who ate everyone's school dinners. They used to call me 'Pig of The Year.'

I hold a mini-New Year's Eve party each year with my son Ronan, and we make pigs in a blanket. They are delicious!

I pile up the press clippings and send them off to my mother. She's got a scrapbook going back to when I was, like, eight years old.

I was 16 years old at the Supervalu Store in Chaska, Minnesota, working as a bag boy, and with one of my checks I went out and bought a $70 pillow in 1977. Who does that as a teenager?

I built a fort when I was little, with pillows and blankets.

When I look back at the 1980s I pinch myself. Did I really do all that?

I loved what I did. I remember cruel mothers who would pinch their children to make them cry in a scene, but my mother encircled me with affection.

Back in the day, I had this fluoro pink hoodie that I thought was the coolest thing ever. Left it at a party and never saw it again. Probably the best thing that could have happened.