How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

Time, the subtle thief of youth

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

It's good to leave your room super-messy when you're away. Whoever tries to break into your room will thought it has already been ransacked.

To me - old age is always ten years older than I am.

I'm not getting it done, ... It's frustrating. I try to give it everything I can every time out. But it hasn't worked out.