“I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.”
“I would take a trip down Memory Lane, but with gas prices sky high, forget about it.”
“Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.”
“I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.”
“What are you?” I said irritably. “In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I’m stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don’t apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.”
“I’m going to go up on my way down. I’m just a sideways sort of person.”