Quotes About Souvenirs

Anya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men—because she'd cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.

I have gotten tubes of Chapstick from every damn corner of the country.

Some places that I have been, I have brought a token or some home from different places I have been. Some of them are around the house, and some of them are tucked away safely.

they also believed that you read a book for the experience of reading it. You didn't read it in order to have an object that had to be housed and looked after forever, a memento of the purpose for which it was obtained. The reading of the book was a journey. There was no need for souvenirs.

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs.

After that, they got hot dogs at a frankfurter stand and walked down the wharf. At Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe they saw shrunken heads and Egyptian mummies and cheap souvenirs. (Meg didn't point out the eight-foot-long petrified whale penis that hung suspended from the ceiling; she could just imagine what Ali would tell her friends.)

I collect underwear from my travels. Lace, lingerie, bodysuits... they're like souvenirs.

I probably shouldn't say this but I collect little souvenirs from dinner events or ceremonies. It can be a small spoon or a napkin from Clarence House.

I have all of my firesuits and helmets, and my parents collect all the newspaper articles and pictures and stuff like that.

Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.

Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness. Instead

things like toothpastes from around the world and a shoe once thrown at the head of a former president of the United States.

I don't only collect Nazi stuff; I collect objects from all the Axis countries.

I still have a piece of that root, put away in a box with my journal, my can of tobacco tags, the newspaper write-up when I got run over by the train, a photograph of me and Miss Love and Grandpa in the Pierce, my Ag College diploma from the University -- and the buckeye that Lightfoot gave me.

It's not unusual for my room to be stacked with newspapers gathered during a trip.

The journey was more important than the place; most important was to return home, with crumpled maps, salt and pepper shakers shaped like clam shells, a sweatshirt with whales on it, and be able to say: I have been there, I have gone on a journey, I have come safely home.

But that is the way with killers, I suppose. What is the end of all innocence for you is just another Tuesday morning for them, and they walk off back to their planet of death giving no more thought to the world of the living that we would give to any other tourist destination: a place to be briefly visited and returned from with souvenirs and a haunting sensation that we could have paid less for them.

I do like to keep mementos from my work, whether they be photos, the backs of make-up chairs or even props and clothes.

I save everything. I have these carefully organized file boxes. Somewhere in there is a section of the 'New York Times' where I wrote 'The Border Guard' in the margin.

I always try and keep a jacket from everything I do. I've still got my original coat from 'Snatch' and my jacket from 'This Is England'.

Visitors from Tucson and beyond would pop over for a break from the routine—an opportunity to buy clay pots or sombreros, drink a world-class margarita

Becky had sent her as souvenirs of her

Jewelry and clothes for Isabel and Polly. A piece of the Berlin Wall for Esther.

One day when the planet was idly pressing stegosaurs in her scrapbook, she threw out a whole plateau of souvenirs from the Ordivician, on impulse. She'd long since run out of places to put things.