Occasionally, I'll wake up and forget where I am, ... But when you get to my age, you forget a lot of things.

You know you're getting old when all the names in your black book have M. D. after them.

I grew up in poverty on the edge of a golf course. I saw how people lived on the other side of the tracks, the upper crust and the WASPs at the country club. We had chickens and pigs in our yards. We butchered every year. I'll never forget those things.

A lot of its readers are of an age where they forget to cancel.

And we forget because we must And not because we will

Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts, Old age is slow in both