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

My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.

Certain struggles never end.

When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.

Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.

I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.

As Peter Bogdanovich would say of Paper Moon: Ryan's wonderful in it, and he sat there and watched the kid steal the picture.

I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.

I've stood my ground in life, alone, even against overwhelming forces with the might and money to crush me.

I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.

Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.

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

Ryan finally came to my rescue. He'd thought working together in Paper Moon would help us bond.

I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.

I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

I've triumphed over addiction.

I've overcome physical and mental brutality - and fought back.

I never dreamed that shooting a film would be so hard. There was less regulation then of child actors' hours. Even the concept of acting confused me.

The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.

I do take responsibility for it. I admit to having a problem. I have been to numerous treatment centers.

I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.

Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.

I remained Ryan's companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.

I am so excited to let fans in on how important my relationship with my family is to me. I hope to motivate mothers and daughters to build lifetimes of memories together and inspire kids around the world to live their dreams.

A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.

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

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

Many instances exist of small children who seem to remember and describe their previous life in another body, another place, and with other people. These memories emerge usually shortly after these children begin to talk.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window.

I had the great good fortune to interview Peggy Lee. Her memories of working with Walt Disney and his team were warm and upbeat.

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

When I recall today my early youth, I should take the boy that I then was, with the exception of a few individual features, for a different person, were it not for the existence of the chain of memories.

The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted.

To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

The first thing I think of when I hear the name of Lucille Ball is a Hollywood legend. I have fond memories of growing up at her house, but she was a different person off the set than she was on the set.

I was in Woody Allen's Stardust Memories in 1980. It was only a bit part and I didn't get to speak but I felt that I was in a real movie and heading where I had always wanted to be.

Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.

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've always seen myself as one of those 'show people.' My earliest memories are wanting and needing to entertain people, like a gypsy traveler who goes from place to place, city to city, performing for audiences and reaching people.