No one leaves an old friend unless they are ashamed.

I'm thirty years old, but I read at the thirty-four-year-old level.

I'm an old rock and roll buff. I love Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty.

Sure I'm for helping the elderly. I'm going to be old myself someday.

Every time I think that I am getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there.

Eventually I lost the idea that I could have a career. I thought I was too old.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called "Dead End." The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.

Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.

Old people are often impatient, but for what?

Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.

Some nights it was a melee, literally, where I'd be standing trying to defend myself for what I was doing. People would be screaming at me to do my old act, and getting actually violent and angry at me.

Life is an ordeal, albeit an exciting one, but I wouldn't trade it for the good old days of poverty and obscurity.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous. But neither, in my experience, do we ever reach a plane of detachment regarding our parents, however wise and old we may become. To pretend otherwise is to cheat.