It's like, say, if you were a dog. You notice that you're getting old, and you look at your human and you think, 'Why isn't this human getting old?'... But now we're the human looking out and imagining a different human.
I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are not.
Forty-seven is nothing at all, nor is any age unless you're a cheese.
I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics, but if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be forty-eight.
Inside the time bubble we do not age. We age only when we are outside of it.
I consider you as old as you look and feel. And in that case I feel - I feel I'm about 39, like Jack Benny.
It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.
Biologically, I'm 10. Chronologically, I'm 33. In hockey years, I'm 66.
I think all this talk about age is foolish. Every time I'm one year older, everyone else is too.
