Pastoral Resources

My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere.

The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.

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

I have no memories I'm prepared to share with you.

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.

I don't like hawking 'round other people's memories. That wasn't part of the deal when I was born.

I have a lot of memories, but I don't go into capitalizing on that. Something's got to be my own. I'm not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.

To understand a man, you must know his memories. The same is true of a nation.

We don't have any bad memories of the people of the United States.

We can best honor the memories of those who were killed on September 11 and those who have been killed fighting the war on terrorism, by dedicating ourselves to building a free and peaceful world safe from the threat of terrorism.

My early childhood memories center around this typical American country store and life in a small American town, including 4th of July celebrations marked by fireworks and patriotic music played from a pavilion bandstand.

I've been very fortunate in the things I've had in my life. But, at the same time, I wish I had the same types of memories as everyone else.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

I guess I had fun doing it but it has hard memories for me.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

One of my earliest memories... I knew three full verses of the Star Spangled Banner when I was seven or eight years old. And one of the nuns discovered this phenomenon and I was actually sent around from classroom to classroom to do the whole thing.