It's taken me to be an older guy, an old man, to have an old man's voice. Because I only liked old men's voices. As a kid, I didn't like pip-squeaked singers.
Now as of old the gods give men all good things, excepting only those that are baneful and injurious and useless. These, now as of old, are not gifts of the gods: men stumble into them themselves because of their own blindness and folly.
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.
Llewelyn Moss: Medico... por favor.
In the smoky firelight the two old men nodded off like a pair of ancient kings passing the aeons in their tumuli. Made a musical notation of their snores. Elgar is to be played by a bass tuba, Ayrs a bassoon.
We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.
Still, wouldn't you, even if entirely secure in your own sense of direction, be at least curious where others were heading, even as you struck out on your own ?
Bereavement seemed to work on him as a kind of blanket allergy, making him edgy and irritable to all the outside world. And of course it was reciprocal; the world receded on him.
The reason he could do none of the necessary things to take care of himself, on the few occasions when he thought of them, was that he was preoccupied elsewhere.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are una...
I swear by that old expression, 'One monkey don't stop no show!' The reality is, we still have some good men out there, and we should hail those men as the kings they are.
The old boy network is still very strong and very true. Just look at the stock exchange and how many men and women are there. It is still very much run by men.
Boy on Bike #2: Look at that fucking bone.
Let it all go, one foot in the grave and one bag packed. We shall go to our end in the warm glow of the past, burning up the memories, all the clutter given back.
I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.
Anton Chigurh: Step out of your car, please.
The way we dress on 'Mad Men' is so associated with old photographs, with people's parents and grandparents.
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts; old age is slow in both.
"Managerial" Victim #2: [to Chigurh] Mind riding bitch?
Llewelyn Moss: And by anybody I mean any swingin' dick.
