One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself.
Drawing on my past experiences, I used a lot of erasers. My aging wisdom is starting to look a lot like a nude portrait of Alice Neel.
Mother said we had reached the Age of Reason and had to be good now. We must have because we wanted Willy Starr instead.
At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.
If I die tomorrow, you aren't allowed to say my life was cut short at age 25. I did more in those years than most people will ever do.
So many interests compete for our young people, from drug barons to sex traffickers who are constantly looking for ways to revive their ageing workforce
We . . . go out into the Waste Land of Experts, each knowing so much about so little that he can neither be contradicted nor is worth contradicting.
He would know a number of grown women in his life who did not possess even a small portion of the grace his middle sister owned at the age of fourteen.
Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.
Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the wrong. Sometime in life you will have been all of these.
This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)
Women do not lie about their age. In fact, no woman ever has, its just that memory is the first thing to go.
My experience with age it instills a degree of patience in some, leaves the virtuous spiritually unchanged, feeds the character defects in others, and brings little wisdom to any of us.
Shiva and Saleem, victor and victim; understand our rivalry, and you will gain understanding of the age in which you live. (The reverse of this statement is also true.)
Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and there discovered was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.
Enslaving each other was what human beings had done for ages. And the abolitionist movement was greeted with incredulity. Conservative spokesmen ridiculed the abolitionists as liberals, progressives, do-gooders, meddlers, and activists.
Lion's mane may be our first 'smart' mushroom. It is a safe, edible fungus that appears to confer cognitive benefits on our aging population.
Death has no age limits; that is why we should appreciate each moment of life by getting to know God and doing all we can to love others through works of Faith.
There is always that age-old thing about England and America being divided by a common language. You think that because we speak English and you speak English that you're bound to understand and like everything that we do. And of course you don't.
One likes to think one grows as a writer as one ages, else all you get is an 'old' young writer. Beyond that is the changing landscape of the universe and the stories I choose to tell.
Imagine the big rating agencies as three competitive saloons standing side by side, with each free to set its own drinking age. Before long, nine-year-olds would be downing bourbon
