“90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?”
“They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun.”
“The truth is, part of me is every age. I’m a three-year-old, I’m a five-year-old, I’m a thirty-seven-year-old, I’m a fifty-year-old. I’ve been through all of them, and I know what it’s like. I delight in being a child when it’s appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when it’s appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I am every age, up to my own.”
“Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.”
“When did I stop being me?”
“Old age begins when reflection overcomes planning.”