Old habits, they die hard.
Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together, sittin’ around the table at Sunday dinner and the happily ever after. No. Doesn’t work like that, Rick. Not anymore.
Sometimes before we can usher in the new, the old must be put to rest.
Someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.
Old money, old values.
I am old enough to know that you can never say for sure what someone else will do.
For the new leaders to rise the old must fall.
You’re never too old for balloons.
Why people in this world hate what is not them. Why they fear all they don’t know. Why they hate themselves most of all. For being weak. For being old. For being everything altogether that is not God-like.
The old rules of conduct no longer apply.
Old lawyers never die, they just argue with anybody who’ll listen.
I’ve made my choice. It may be wicked, it may mean I go to a fiery and horrible place when I die, but it’s too late to stop now. I will not stop. I’m going to win or die confronting the Master. I will not fade away as a weak old man.
