It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

The crucial task of old age is balance: keeping just well enough just brave enough just gay and interested and starkly honest enough to remain a sentient human being.

I've been going through photos of my mother looking back on her life and trying to put it into context. Very few people age gracefully enough to be photographed through their aging.

We're taught at such a young age that you can always be better and that you're never perfect and that you're never good enough.

Reason is a crutch for age but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

I don't believe in happy endings but I do believe in happy travels because ultimately you die at a very young age or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing life.

I had the good fortune to be able to right an injustice that I thought was being heaped on young people by lowering the voting age where you had young people that were old enough to die in Vietnam but not old enough to vote for their members of Congress that sent them there.

To be free in an age like ours one must be in a position of authority. That in itself would be enough to make me ambitious.

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things but you're old enough too.

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.