My landlady, who is only a tailor's widow, reads her Milton; and tells me, that her late husband first fell in love with her on this very account: because she read Milton with such proper emphasis.
My poor kids have accepted that being dropped off late to birthday parties, practices, and yes, school, is just part of the large family package.
Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.
Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
I'm a late bloomer, so I'm going to embrace it all.
My kids probably started drinking coffee in their late teens.
I became conflicted in my late teens.
The books that I wrote in my late teens and 20s, the little love stories, they were right from the heart.
I've never really socialized; I've always been anti-social and preferred to be at home. I was never, even my late teens and early twenties, into clubs and parties and stuff like that.
I've been an activist since my late teens. I take this very seriously and try to use the gift that's been given to me - access to the media - as positively as I can.
I left school, and I went to work in a computer company. I was in my late teens.
I see myself as having three families: my birth family, the family that raised me, and my Cree family, who I was reunited with in my late teens, so I consider myself to be lucky.
I had never been attracted to younger guys. I had, from my late teens, always liked men who were older than me.
In my late teens and early 20s, I started selling mix CDs on the street.
I do a show. It comes on late at night on TV. And if that means I'm a late-night talk show host, then I guess I am, but in every other regard I resign my commission, I don't care for it.
'Old School' is so breezy it could be a late-night talk show, especially when Craig Kilborn, of 'The Late Late Show,' sidles into camera range as a particularly loathsome competitor to Mitch.
I'd often use a Leslie cabinet on its own in the studio because everyone in the late Sixties and Seventies was experimenting with them. We'd stick anything through a Leslie because it made everything sound so good.
It's not that I think every late 19th-century man with a beard who saw something shimmering in front of him was actually seeing his dead aunty. What I'm saying is: lighten up. This isn't weird stuff. It's interesting.
It was the late '70s when my parents met. My dad was a lighting director for a soap opera, and my mom was a temp at the studio. They moved into a house in The Valley in L.A., to a neighborhood that was leafy and affordable.
