Graydon Carter Quotes

Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel as young as when I moved into it thirty years ago, in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-nine. What aged man would you take me to be, as I step as it were casually into your view?

Rock n' roll was a kid when I was a kid.

I'll hear us on classic rock radio stations, and I'll go, 'Oh, my God, we're getting old!'

Music keeps you eternally young. It just does.

I'm so old, I can remember before rock 'n' roll come along.

When I sit down and play the guitar, I'm 20 years old again.

It's always so rewarding, gratifying to me, as an artist and a writer, to see how this music gets more important for a lot of people as time goes by. And it's not just nostalgia. It's a feeling of it's really relevant to their lives, even though it's 20 or 25 years old or more.

I have this big kid in me. I indulge him; I let him out to horse around. I think I'm being a great old man.

Mickey Mouse to me means safety, comfort and tradition. A general wash of happiness.

I loved being 36.

Mothers of all ages delight in their children, but I don't know that, if I were younger, I would feel as acutely, profoundly, preciously grateful for every smile, squeal, and - yes - diaper blowout.

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

The problem with growing up is that once you're grown up, the people who aren't grown up aren't fun anymore.

In my dreams, I never have an age.

Has the gift of laughter been withdrawn from me? I protest that I do still, at the age of forty-seven, laugh often and loud and long. But not, I believe, so long and loud and often as in my less smiling youth. And I am proud, nowadays, of laughing, and grateful to any one who makes me laugh. That is a bad sign. I no longer take laughter as a matter of course.

Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart.

Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!

There is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.

I am all the ages I've ever been.

Picture books are for everybody at any age, not books to be left behind as we grow older.

This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days,the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

The past seems to infuse into the present, and in the brown, wringled faces of the old people one sees the presence of the past.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.