The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

It was in San Diego and I was onstage and couldn't remember how to play the guitar properly. I was in terrible pain and my nervous system was just going wild like somebody had just run a car over me.

I remember my wife and I used to get on plane and see everybody else with their babies. They'd be putting strollers and car seats up above and we'd think: Oh please Lord don't make us go through that.

I remember that all of a sudden the car felt like I couldn't control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.

I remember when metal was something you really had to search out and now I hear it on car commercials.

My dad used to love Steely Dan the Stones Jethro Tull and all that. There was always Steely Dan going in my dad's car but I remember The Royal Scam in particular because it has 'Kid Charlemagne' on it.

So I remember when I was a kid I was waiting for my mom to come home when she was working late and you know I was like 'Oh my God what happened to her? Is she OK? Did something happen to her getting in the car?' I was a little kid. But those are actually early onsets of anxiety.

I've always been an avid reader. If I don't have a book in the car I'll stop and pick one up just to have something to read. I don't even remember learning to read.

It's so funny looking back but my so-called overnight success actually took 15 years. I remember when I didn't have any money and my only car was mom's Hyundai.

When I climb into my car I enter my destination into a GPS device whose spatial memory supplants my own. I have photographs to store the images I want to remember books to store knowledge and now thanks to Google I rarely have to remember anything more than the right set of search terms to access humankind's collective memory.

I'm carded for R-rated movies. And I get talked down to a lot. When I try to go rent a car or buy an airplane ticket or other stuff adults do I get 'Okaaaaaay honey.' I remember when I was 18 getting crayons in a restaurant.

I grew up in Texas and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.

I remember walking the dog one day I saw a car full of teenage girls and one of them rolled down the window and yelled 'Marc Jacobs!' in a French accent.

I want to be remembered for the work that I've done rather than the car accidents that I've gotten into the men that I've not dated - or the man that I have.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

I remember when I first started in the business I lost a lot of friends. Some were jealous some were annoyed at the fact that I was an actress.

I couldn't be an ingenue today because the business has changed. I remember when you could dress for a premiere just by putting on a cute top. Now you have to be perfect and fabulous in every way or you're ridiculed.

Being tall is an advantage especially in business. People will always remember you. And if you're in a crowd you'll always have some clean air to breathe.

Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.

My ace in the hole as a human being used to be my capacity for remembering birthdays. I worked at it. Whenever I made a new friend I made a point of finding out his or her birthday early on and I would record it in my Filofax calendar.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

The return of my birthday if I remember it fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.