While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.

Minds ripen at very different ages.

It bothered me that my mother was crying all the time. She thought God might be punishing her for something... So I just told her I was happy to be blind and I think she felt better after that.

There's a certain point at which you don't want to hear 'Happy Birthday'. You just want to pretend the day doesn't exist. Just remember what I'm telling you: 78 is not old.

I've arrived at the age where a platonic friendship can be sustained on the highest moral plane.

I think the age is a real issue. It's certainly a handicap in the sense of being able to manage people and to hire people and all these kinds of things, maybe more so than it should be. Certainly, I think, the things that I'm missing are more things that you acquire with time.