Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: May 25, 1898 Death: August 27, 1971 |
“Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.”