“According to the Rand McNally Places-Rated Almanac, the best place to live in America is the city of Pittsburgh. The city of New York came in twenty-fifth. Here in New York we really don't care too much. Because we know that we could beat up their city anytime.” KnowsHumorCareFunnyAmericaCitiesToo MuchNew YorkBeatsTwentiesDon't CareFifthPlaces To LiveBest PlacePittsburghCaring Too Much Author:David Letterman
“I got it made the rest of my life, financially and in every other way. There's nobody in the world like me. I'm getting out just in time. If I was twenty seven, I could still kick ass. I don't have to beat Holmes. Why? I raised him, he worked three years as a sparring partner for me.” IfsWorldWayYearsMadeStillsThreeBeatsTwentiesRaisedSevenPartnersLike MeAssKicksThree YearsHolmesKick AssSparringSparring Partner Author:Muhammad Ali
“But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.” JoyPassionMemoriesToo MuchFailingYouthBeatsTwentiesSensesTemptationYieldGet BackLimbsPulseExquisiteHideousPuppetsDegeneratesSluggish Book:Picture of Dorian Gray Source: Picture of Dorian Gray
“I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.” YearsLittlesWould BeKingsOne DayBeatsRainYears AgoTwentiesCoffeeBackgroundsTunesWarmthPerky Author:Bill Bryson
“Do people in the twenty-first century still dance?" My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. "Um," I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. "Sometimes." "How about now?" he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: "Susannah. Susannah...” PeopleFirstsHeartSaidStillsSometimesAbleNamesStrongGoneCenturyArmsMy HeartBeatsEarsTwentiesBreathsDryThroatCheeksHeart BeatStrong Arms Author:Meg Cabot
“I've whipped the Harvard graduate's ass. Nothing against Harvard - it's a hell of a school - but there I was, twenty five yards behind, wrapped in leg irons, and I beat him.” SchoolBehindsHellFiveBeatsTwentiesLegsAssBoxingIronGraduatesYardsHarvardTwenty Five Author:Don King