Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy. – Henri Frederic Amiel
Right now Im so old that if I had a big gush of money, I dont know what Id do with it. I dont travel anymore. I dont need anything, dont want anything. Id give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it. – Jack Vance
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. – Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987