How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child’s board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
I remember, from aged six to nine, I was loud and abrasive and loved making noise and loved playing instruments and doing all those things. When I was about ten, I realised I could get attention by doing that, so when I was eleven, I started writing songs.
I’m not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I’m living on.
I would always prefer radio or working behind the scenes where I don’t have to be seen. I don’t like how appearance oriented TV is (especially now that I’m middle aged!). But I am developing a show revolving around animal rescue which will hopefully entertain and maybe do a bit of good for the cause as well.
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
I think that you certainly don’t have to be aged and travel the world to write a poem.
My father was a genius footballer, a natural, two-footed centre-forward who had played for Arsenal juniors, but he was sent out to work aged 14 and so lived out his life in a frustrated, rageful way.
My family have been wool merchants since the 19th century. My first job, aged 18, was buying fabric from my father to produce and sell ties. But I was also at university in Milan.
I arrived at Shakhtar aged 19 and he taught me a lot. I am very grateful.
As I aged and I got stronger artistically, I really started to value my voice in performance – my ‘voice’ meaning my body, my technique, and my style. Then I started to really feel that flower as well. That’s when I started to feel like, ‘Wow – now I understand what my beauty is.’
I wasn’t that good at football aged 14 or 15. I didn’t take it too seriously.
When I arrived in France aged 20, I marched against the death penalty, which was an unpopular thing to protest against at the time.
I said ‘No, I’ve aged, but grown up? No’.
Mum was an amazing parent and my best pal. The tragedy of it, really, was that she died from breast cancer just as I was becoming a man, aged 17, and we were just starting to speak as adults. She was snatched away, and it felt cruel. She made me laugh.
And George Carlin was a guy that the more he aged the younger he seemed.
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
I have four boys aged 10 and under. Fatherhood is lovely but there is this slightly shocking moment when you realise it is not something you just wear and take off.
I broke my nose playing netball aged 15. I’ve hated my profile ever since.
Creating my own world in a comic or selling my first penny newspaper aged nine was a way of gaining recognition and acceptance by my peers.
Either ‘Deuce Coupe’ has aged badly, or I have. I suspect it’s the latter.
I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It’s absolutely delicious. You’d have to ask a bartender what’s in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.
I retire to make way for an abler man. In my four years as attorney general I have aged about ten years, but when I have get back to the practice of law, I hope to show those lawyers that I still have some vitality left.
The tree was evidently aged, from the size of its stem. It was about six feet high, the branches came out from the stem in a regular and symmetrical manner, and it had all the appearance of a tree in miniature.
Old typography or letter woodblocks that are hand-carved, cracked, and worn are especially beautiful. I love that aged, handmade effect, and that’s why I don’t muck around much with Photoshop.
It was different when I was young, aged 20, playing the French Open. I didn’t have so much experience. I just played tennis because I loved the game.
I may be developing aerophobia as I get older, or maybe I’m just becoming middle aged, because I find flying an increasingly unpleasant way of travelling. I would much rather drive than fly.
I wanted to be an actor ever since I got on stage for the first time, aged 13. Before that, I thought I might follow in the medical footsteps of my parents: my father was a doctor, my mother a pharmacist.
Not long before my mother died, I found a long-lost portrait of Jane Franklin’s granddaughter, Jane Flagg, aged nine – oil on canvas – in the basement of a public library not a dozen miles from my mother’s house.
My mother, who died aged 82, had Alzheimer’s. Losing your memory is bad enough, but everything shuts down. You can’t remember how to eat or go to the toilet. It’s a terrible disease and so distressing to watch it take over someone you love.
I feel basically good about my career because it’s remained constant. What I do has never been especially in vogue or gotten high on the charts. At the same time, I haven’t had to stop performing any of my music because it aged in style.
Every week, as an 11-year-old kid, I would tune in to what was really the first American Idol-type program, a radio show called ‘Major Bowes’ Amateur Hour.’ The winning group on the evening of September 8, 1935, was called the Hoboken Four, and their spokesman was Frank Sinatra, then aged 19.
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.
I was kicked out of drama school in 1976, aged 18, for vandalising the headmistress’s tyres, after being there for less than a year.
