I think middle-age is the best time, if we can escape the fatty degeneration of the conscience which often sets in at about fifty.
“It started when I woke up, all I wanted to do is jump out of the window. I didn't want to eat anymore, because I was afraid that I might poison myself somehow.”
“I didn't do this for other people; I did this for me. I fought for this right for me - does that sound selfish?”