In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the passing, we have arrived.

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

Preserve the spirit of a ‘lost’ age, when time moved slower.

Og jeg var så kjær i ham, å hele verden blev borte når han kom. Jeg husker en mand som kunde komme gående! Han hadde fuldskjæg, han var som et dyr, han stanset iblandt og holdt den ene fot oppe og lyttet, så gik han videre. Han brukte også skindklær.