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“And we were in our thirties. Well into the Age of Boredom, when nothing is new. Now, I’m not being self-pitying; it’s simply true. Newness, or whatever you want to call it, becomes a very scarce commodity after thirty. I think that’s unfair. If I were in charge of the human life span, I’d make sure to budget newness much more selectively, to ration it out. As it is now, it’s almost used up in the first three years of life. By then you’ve seen for the first time, tasted for the first time, held something for the first time. Learned to walk, talk, go to the bathroom. What have you got to look forward to that can compare with that? Sure, there’s school. Making friends. Falling in love. Learning to drive. Sex. Learning to trade. That has to carry you for the next twenty-five years. But after that? What’s the new excitement? Mastering your home computer? Figuring out how to work CompuServe? “Now, if it were up to me, I’d parcel out. So that, say, at thirty-five we just learned how to go on the potty. Imagine the feeling of accomplishment! They’d have office parties. "Did you hear? The vice president in charge of overseas development just went a whole week without his diaper. We’re buying him a gift." It’d be beautiful.”
― Phoef Sutton, Fifteen Minutes to Live

“Zero cavities.
Two abortions. One divorce.
Thirty years on Earth.”
― Asa Akira, Dirty Thirty: A Memoir

“Thirty - the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single people to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Had she run away? Could you really run away when you were thirty years old?”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“I am thirty years old and living in postscript already, not on the edge but over it, a happenstance life on a tranquil margin. It is a gatecrasher’s quiet. I cannot explain what a thrill it is just to be here.”
― Soula Emmanuel, Wild Geese