Always keep your smile. That's how I explain my long life.

When I'm laid in my coffin, I want you to put a picture of my grandchild to the right of me and and a picture of my daughter to my left. That way they will be buried with me.

My sight is bad, my hearing is bad, I feel bad, but I don't suffer, I don't complain.

Always keep your smile. That's how I explain my long life.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

I wait for death and journalists.

I didn't like mundane life.