I know we’re young and it’s early to say this… but, I hope you’re the one.

Don’t worry, he only preys on pretty girls.

Don’t be a little contrary c*nt just because me and Shane Dog, two young bloods, are running this town, owning this team, and chasing down our goddamn dreams!

Parker had a young white boy with him – one of the neurotic tribe of the lost – and the kid’s eyes were filled with wet layers of tears. One big tear in each eye. They did not drop out. It was fascinating. I had seen women sit and look at me with those same eyes before they got mad and started screaming about what a son of a bitch I was.

I imagined a scrawny eight years old Alaska with dirty fingers, looking down at her mother convulsing. So, she sat down with her dead-or-maybe-not-dead mother, who I imagine was not breathing by then but wasn’t yet cold either. And in the time between dying and death, a little Alaska sat with her mother in silence.

The day after my mom took me to the zoo where she liked the monkeys and I liked the bears, it was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave me a hug and told me to go do my homework in my room so I could watch TV later. I went into my room, and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over. She was lying on the floor, holding her head and jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called 911, but I just started screaming and crying until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallen asleep and that whatever had hurt didn’t hurt anymore. So I just sat there on the floor with her until my dad got home an hour later.

Let’s LIVE the best fucking life we can before we are too old to remember it or too buried to come back to it!

When I came home a long time ago, you were so young. Gabrielle, you were so young. I was lost. I was a lost man. And then I met you. And I saw something that I didn’t think I’d ever see anymore, good in this world. Some innocence. And I had a family that I never thought I’d ever have. And raising you, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. And I thank you for that. Thank you. You’re like the.. Gabrielle? Gabrielle. Gabrielle. No, no. Oh, don’t do it. Gabrielle? Oh, God. I’m sorry. Why not me?

Early on, when I was quite young and going from job to job, I was foolish enough to sometimes speak to my fellow workers: ‘Hey, the boss can come in here at any moment and lay all of us off, just like that, don’t you realize that?’ They would just look at me. I was posing something that they didn’t want to enter their minds.

Most poets are young simply because they have not been caught up. Show me an old poet, and I’ll show you, more often than not, either a madman or a master… it’s when you begin to lie to yourself in a poem in order simply to make a poem that you fail. That is why I do not rework poems.

I’m not like the others anymore. I no longer transform. My curse has already been broken. It happened years ago. I was a little younger than you are now. So I’m no longer a member of the Zodiac. I can’t fly anymore.

My beloved younger brother has also acquired this skill! Naturally, I sent him a celebratory bouquet!

We’re really young, so there’s a lot of room for growth. If these girls stay together and work together during the off-season they will grow as a team.

There has been a lifeguard shortage for a while, so it’s good that young people are into it.

You learn fast or you die young.

The thing that keeps me going is that I love what I am doing. And I stay young because I don’t hang around old people, if you hang around old people you are going to become old!

As they played the game…I waited for someone to call “onigiri”. But no one called. I was very little then. I had almost forgotten about that. But they knew…there would never be room for an onigiri…in a fruits basket.

Yo I’m seventeen, already sniffin blow. I tell my friends its asthmary time I itch my throat, I got a new show for MTV, Pimp My Boat.

I never want to grow up.

Being old gave [Sophie] an entirely new view of Fanny. She was a lady who was still young and pretty, and she had found the hat shop as boring as Sophie did. But she had stuck with it and done her best, both with the shop and with the three girls—until Mr. Hatter had died. Then she had suddenly been afraid she was just like Sophie: old with no reason, and nothing to show for it.

A barbershop, feeling young and free, encouraging people to drop in for a haircut or two.

Beware of the young doctor and the old barber.

If you don’t do wild things while you’re young, you’ll have nothing to smile about when you’re old.

One has often wondered whether upon the whole earth there is anything so unintelligent, so unapt to perceive how the world is really going, as an ordinary young Englishman of our upper class.