Dreams Are, By Definition Cursed With Short

I Was Getting Offers. I Had Just Turned Them Down. Then I Realized I Should Be Grateful That At Age 54, People Were Still Offering Me Film Roles.

Though Beauty Gives You A Weird Sense Of Entitlement, It's Rather Frightening And Threatening To Have Others Ascribe Such Importance To Something You Know You're Just Renting For A While.

Self-acceptance Has Been A Blessed By-product Of Middle Age.

I Have Never Appreciated A Quiet Moment With A Friend As Much, A Quiet Moment With A Book And I Think Part Of That Is My Obsession With Being Older And Time Going Faster And It's Become Increasingly Sweeter For Me.

Beauty Set Up Distance Between Other People And Me. It Warped Their Behavior.