"Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."

I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now.

From the back pages

But I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

He had just reached the time of life at which 'young' is ceasing to be the prefix of 'man' in speaking of one. He was at the brightest period of masculine life, for his intellect and emotions were clearly separate; he had passed the time during which the influence of youth indiscriminately mingles them in the character of impulse, and he had not yet arrived at the state wherin they become united again, in the character of prejudice, by the influence of a wife and family.In short he was twenty-eight and a bachelor.

I’m older than myself. At least I will be, once my clone gets here.

Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love — you know, things I don't care about anymore.

Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

"Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old."

I’m older now than my dad was when he was my age. Wait, that’s not right. That’s not my dad at all, that’s just some stranger hanging around in my memory.

I'm little but I'm old.

It crossed his mind that maybe one of the most telling differences between the young and the old lay in this detail. As you aged you cared less and less about what others thought of you, and only then could you be more free.