I learned a woman is never an old woman.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

The only thing I have to give to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live.

I couldn't see passion as a bad thing.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

I see bodies as individual things.