I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything's fine.

If you can’t do anything about it, don’t worry about it.

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

I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry too often.

Death doesn't frighten me; now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.

I'm interested in everthing but passionate about nothing.

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