Pamela Druckerman Quotes

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon.

I don't write so much now. I'm getting on 33, pot belly and creeping dementia.

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

It's when you get to 60 when everything starts to go pear-shaped. Everyone thinks that becoming an older guy is easy, but you never consider it fully. It comes as quite a shock.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

It really sucks getting older. Sometimes I'll be walking along and I'll just glance over my shoulder to make sure nothing has fallen off.

As you get older; you've probably noticed that you tend to forget things. You'll be talking with somebody at a party, and you'll know that you know this person, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember his or her name. This can be very embarassing, especially if he or she turns out to be your spouse.

If I ever tell the same story twice, just laugh and roll with it because, when you get older, you start doing that kind of stuff.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

Life begins at 40 - but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I've had a lot of physical problems.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

But I'm not as bad as Al Pacino - he doesn't even know what month it is half the time when he's working.

We may lose our memory as we get older, but this might not be such a bad thing - who wants to drag a mental junkyard around at a time of life when you're starting to grow interesting little wings?

Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist begin to change places.

I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

You know you're getting older when - well, first off, when you read almost any story that begins 'You know you're getting older when.' But you also know it when you not only never heard of the musical guest on a given 'Saturday Night Live' but never heard of the host, either.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

I can forgive the body breaking down. It's a little tougher to forgive that mental lapse.

When you get older, two things happen to you. You begin to lose your hearing, and I forget what the other one is.