Do you have a leather jacket? One for a ten-year-old boy?" I asked the man selling leather jackets and gloves in Covent Garden, London. "Yes, I have one right here!" And the man dug out a fine leather jacket that looked styled and tailored for a youn...
Keaton: Hey, uh... friend of mine in New York tells me that you know, that you knew Spook Hollis. Redfoot the Fence: The way I hear it, you did time with old Spook. Good man, wasn't he? I used to run dope for him. Too bad he got shivved. Keaton: Yeah...
Tipsy, they tumbled early into bed - to get as much sleep as they could. So they would feel less hunger. The summer catch had been poor; there wasn't much food. They ate with care and looked sideways at the old: the old were gluttons, everybody knew ...
When you are young, you think that the old lament the deterioration of life because this makes it easier for them to die without regret. When you are old, you become impatient with the way in which the young applaud the most insignificant improvement...
we wish you everything you wish yourself' Jurgen said. 'What do you wish yourself?' Birgit asked. I felt silly 'I don't really have any specific wishes' 'a new old man perhaps?' Juliet said playfully 'but please, not just any old man!' I said. 'of co...
Stop! Ok, seriously, how old are you two? You’re acting like teenagers instead of old ass immortal men!" “Well, yea we are kind of old, but we’ve been around so long, we don’t have anything better to do. Living a long time can really turn you...
I think being a teenager is such a compelling time period in your life--it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating moments. It's a fascinating place; old enough to feel truly adult, old enough to make decisions that affe...
Mr. Parker: Dadgummit! Blow out! [on the highway, the car has gotten a flat tire] Mr. Parker: Ah ha! [excitedly gets out of the car] Mother: Not again. Mr. Parker: Four minutes. Time me. Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Actually the Old Man loved it. He...
Rufus T. Firefly: And now, members of the cabinet... [pounds gavel] Rufus T. Firefly: we'll take up old business. Cabinet Member: I wish to discuss the tariff. Rufus T. Firefly: Sit down, that's new business. No old business? Very well... [pounds gav...
Old Timer at Gas Station: [whistles at the Mercedes as Alan pumps gas] Boy, you've got a sweet ride there. Alan Garner: Don't touch it. Don't even look at it. Go on, get out. You heard me. Don't look at me, either. [the old man walks away] Alan Garne...
George Bailey: OK then, I'll throw a rock at the old Granville house. Mary: Oh no, don't. I love that old house. George Bailey: No, you see you make a wish and then try to break some glass and you've got to be a pretty good shot nowadays too. Mary: O...
[Atticus on the porch overhearing their conversation] Scout: How old was I when Mama died? Jem: Two. Scout: How old were you? Jem: Six. Scout: Old as I am now? Jem: Uh-huh. Scout: Was Mama pretty? Jem: Uh-huh. Scout: Was Mama nice? Jem: Uh-huh. Scout...
The old man smiled. 'I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.
... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!
If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?
Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore?
Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.
I feel like old age in America is a very sad thing. I have been many different places around the world where getting older is something you look forward to.
As an American, you have a right to good health care that is effective, accessible, and affordable, that serves you from infancy through old age, that allows you to go to practitioners and facilities of your choosing, and that offers a broad range of...
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.
The crucial task of old age is balance: keeping just well enough, just brave enough, just gay and interested and starkly honest enough to remain a sentient human being.
