Yet There's Something Ominous About Turning Sixty-five.

My Books And Other Works Are My Legacy, And It's A Great Comfort To Know That Mine Is A Legacy Of Pleasure For Other People.

Old Age Is An Ordeal, Of Flesh And Mind. Of Winding Down, Of Slowing Down, Of Dying Cells. It's Accepting The Loss Of Physical Attractiveness And Replacing It With The Power And Wisdom That Can Only Come With Old Age.

There Are No Ambitions Noble Enough To Justify Breaking Someone's Heart.

If You Love People, They Kill You. If You Need People, They Kill You. They Do I Tell You!

How Frightening, That One Person Could Mean So Much, So Many Things.