Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.
The young people think the old people are fools; but the old people know the young people are fools!
The most foolish of all errors is for clever young men to believe that they forfeit their originality in recognising a truth which has already been recognised by others.
That’s the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain’t been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forget more than you ever know.
She informed me, matter-of-factly, that she was old enough to know the difference between intriguing and f****d up. “You should go for younger women,” she advised me. “They can’t always tell.”
People you knew when you were teenagers, the ones who saw your stupidest haircut and the most embarrassing things you’ve done in your life, and they still cared about you after all that: they’re not replaceable, you know?
Only teenagers think boring is bad. Adults, grown men and women who’ve been around the block a few times, know that boring is a gift straight from God. Life has more than enough excitement up its sleeve, ready to hit you with as soon as you’re not looking, without you adding to the drama.