Life is a process during which one initially gets less and less dependent, independent, and then more and more dependent.

There is no such thing as senility when it comes to envy, greed laziness, wrath and pride. It's her destructive character from childhood.' ~ Angelica Hopes, If I Could Tell You.

As an unavoidable result of the inevitable loss of some physical and/or some mental abilities, many a man who has been alive for many years has become a boy again.

It is pardonable for children to yell that they believe in fairies, but it is somehow sinister when the piping note shifts from the puerile to the senile.

I would like to believe in the myth that we grow wiser with age. In a sense my disbelief is wisdom. Those of a middle generation, if charitable or sentimental, subscribe to the wisdom myth, while the callous see us as dispensable objects, like broken furniture or dead flowers. For the young we scarcely exist unless we are unavoidable members of the same family, farting, slobbering, perpetually mislaying teeth and bifocals.

After a certain point, all natural bodily changes are for the worst.

You should be so lucky to be like me. I allow myself to be disturbed too often. I'll probably end up talking to birds in a park. But you'll probably end up with regrets.

We envy people who are extremely old because we wish to live that long, not because we want to be that old.