To survive there, you need the ambition of a Latin-American revolutionary, the ego of a grand opera tenor, and the physical stamina of a cow pony.

A woman past forty should make up her mind to be young; not her face.

But if people will laugh at my work and keep a sound roof over my head, who am I to complain?

Forty-seven is nothing at all, nor is any age unless you're a cheese.

Sin in the theater, I can observe now, is comparable to education in a university: it is there for those who wish to take advantage of it, but fewer do than you might suspect.

Twins are so practical. It's always nice to have a spare.

Age doesn't matter, unless you're cheese.