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

Time’s a river, Locke, and we’ve always drifted farther down it than we think.