It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.
John SteinbeckOh, the strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!
John SteinbeckAnd now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.
John SteinbeckWhere does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
John Steinbeck