That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.

His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.

When you're young, the question is "What can you do for me?" and when you're old the question is "What can I do for you?"

As we grow old the vigour of youth is exchanged for life experience and wisdom.

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.