The fashion magazines are suggesting that women wear clothes that are 'age appropriate.' For me that would be a shroud.

Girls just want to have fun. Well, so do old ladies!

I was the last girl in Larchmont, NY to get married. My mother had a sign up: "Last Girl Before Freeway."

I was getting dressed and a peeping tom looked in the window, took a look and pulled down the shade.

Anyone that says looks don't count is lying. Of course they do. Even babies go to the attractive face. It's the way humans work.

Comediennes are the lucky ones, because if you're funny, you can be 125 years old and they will still accept you.

My daughter refuses to call me mother in public; my little grandson calls me Spongeslob Squarebottom, and nobody else ever calls me at all.