From Girlfriend in a Coma, 1998:
“You know, from what I’ve seen, at twenty you know you’re not going to be a rock star … By twenty-five, you know you’re not going to be a dentist or a professional … And by thirty, a darkness starts moving in – you wonder if you’re ever going to be fulfilled, let alone wealthy or successful … by thirty-five you know, basically, what you’re going to be doing for the rest of your life; you become resigned to your fate.”
From The Gum Thief, 2007:
“By twenty-five you know you’re never going to be a rock star, by thirty you know you’re never going to be a dentist, and by forty there are maybe three things left that you can still be – and even then, that’s only if you run as fast as you can to catch the train.”
Thinking about it, the author turned 40 in 2001.
Incidentally, I’d thoroughly recommend the first book, which is one of the finest novels of the 1990s, if not the second, which is pretty good but not great.