Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn’t it? — Scott Lynch

You can’t help being young, but it’s past time that you stopped being stupid.

“Advice,” chuckled Doña Vorchenza. “The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one’s mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you’re a nag. Give it at seventy and you’re a sage.”

I have always found the presumptions of others to be the best possible disguise—haven’t you?