Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
I love photography. My boyfriend's got a great camera, which I bought for his birthday.
I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don't have birthday parties, because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I'm blowing out candles gives me hives.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
There is so much more than that little space from 14 to 40. And if you cut that off and begin to believe that you are not good past a certain age, then you end up scared and insecure and afraid. That is definitely NOT beautiful.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
It was only in my forties that I started feeling young.
I think I don't regret a single 'excess' of my responsive youth - I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.
I shall not grow conservative with age.
When I was a kid, for my birthday every year, my mother made me pasta bechamel, which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce.
You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.
Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I'm past that age.
If you are an actress in L. A. , on your 40th birthday they should just hand you the keys to the lunatic asylum.
The heyday of woman's life is the shady side of fifty.
We don't know Religion's death date but we know its birthday: The very night man experienced his first great fear of anything!
Age has been the perfect fire extinguisher for flaming youth.
Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.
This girl (Stephanie) is but a few months away from her seventeenth birthday and already she has saved the world and killed a god. What have you done?
I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing, life.