“At any rate, that’s how I started running. Thirty three—that’s how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist.”
“How young can you die of old age?”
“Young, middle-aged, elderly, old, dead: this was how life conjugated. (No, life was a noun, so this is how life declined. Yes, that was better in any case, life declined.”
“I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.”
“You're such a young king. I barely remember being your age.""Then clearly we're talking about how old you are, not how young I am.”
“Any fool can write, we start learning it at school at the age of three....”