Old habits, they die hard.
If you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.
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.
They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.
Sometimes before we can usher in the new, the old must be put to rest.
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.
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 money, old values.
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.
