In the fifties, you have your beauty as a treat. I thought that until I hit the sixties.In your sixties, life decides to reward you with certain kinds of profound appreciation, so that people name their children and schools and libraries after you! And you still have your sexuality and your sensuality. If you want your sexuality, you still have it.

Everyone grows old but not everyone grows up.

A joyful spirit is evidence of a grateful heart.

I keep on dying, Because I love to live

My son is the best thing that ever happened to me. And through me - to a lot of people.

Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude.

I'm a religious woman. And I feel I have responsibility. I have no modesty at all. I'm even afraid of it - it's a learned affectation and it's just stuck on me like decals.