The cybermen are good monsters, I think. My earliest memories are of the cybermen from when I used to watch when I was younger. It's nice to have them back.
I played music and sang from my earliest memories. The first pictures of me show me wandering around with a guitar that was larger than I was, and it became almost second nature to me.
Of all the memories I have of my father and of our relationship, none is warmer and more poignant than what happened a year before he died, when he came to visit me while I was teaching at West Point Grey Academy in Vancouver.
Manipal was the best time I ever had in life: a great university with wonderful teachers, fantastic memories and deep, lifelong friendships.
My early memories of my dad were taking me to play football when I was six - they are happy ones. They are my favourites.
I have very distinct memories about growing up as part of what was then a very small Jewish community in Buffalo Grove, IL.
The memories of the Munich games for me are of triumph and tragedy.
I have lots of favourite memories but I can't say that I have a favourite film.
I don't like hawking 'round other people's memories. That wasn't part of the deal when I was born.
By interviewing at least one veteran, you can preserve memories that otherwise might be lost. My uncle was a downed fighter pilot and P.O.W. in World War II, and I am looking forward to recording his story for inclusion in the project.
I write in order to find out what I truly know and how I really feel about certain things. Writing requires me to go much deeper into my thoughts and memories than conversation does. Writing provides the solitude necessary to reflect on being in this world.
Jasmine - it brings back memories of India with my parents.
How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.
Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.
I'm leaving the game of hockey with nothing but great memories.
The civilian wants to respect what the veteran has gone through. The veteran wants to protect memories that are painful and sacred to him from outside judgment.
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.
Memories have huge staying power, but like dreams, they thrive in the dark, surviving for decades in the deep waters of our minds like shipwrecks on the sea bed.
The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories.
I have no memories of my childhood in Texas. When I was about four, we moved to San Francisco. I was in the middle of seven brothers and sisters: three girls and four boys. Most of my older brothers and sisters got the blame for everything, and the little ones had a free ride. We loved each other but fought like cats and dogs.
I love out-of-the-way, rugged places. For me, holidays are about the experiences, and the people, and the memories, rather than sitting on a nice beach getting tanned. I try to plant myself where I am and embrace what is there in front of me.
No one ever sits you down at age eight and says, 'Aminatta, this is what's happened so far.' You have to work it out for yourself, and by the time you do, it's ancient history to many of the players. We're trying to make sense of the past, so we start to excavate our memories.
For me, returning to Los Angeles annihilates the memories of where I have just been with an astonishing speed.
My earliest memories are making little Super 8 films - or watching my brother make stop-motion space spectaculars.
Creditors have better memories than debtors.
Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.
Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
Anything that triggers good memories can't be all bad.
I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
My dream is to stand in front of 60,000 people in an arena and know that everyone came because they wanted to make memories with me.
A cigar is as good as memories that you have when you smoked it.
Things like the movie 'Memento' are interesting to me because our memories of the things we've done and how we've behaved form our notion of who we are, what our character is. So if part of that were missing, what does that actually say about you? And what does it say about your sense of responsibility for things if you can't remember them?
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
