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Karl Shapiro

"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"

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"In our heads we're all about 33 years old."

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"These guys are so old they're eligible for meals on wheels."

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"I'm too old to adapt to somebody else's ways."

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"If we all knew we were going to live to be 150 years old, we'd all approach our lives very differently."

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"I look forward to growing old and wise and audacious."

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"It is better to be young in your failures than old in your successes."

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"You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub."

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"The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts."

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"If we're not on them, they go back to their old ways."

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"That's me: an old kazoo with some sparklers."

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"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
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