As I get older, I just prefer to knit.

When I grow up I want to be an old woman.

At 50, everyone has the face he deserves.

Nature felt no change, and was ever young.

At eighty things do not occur; they recur.

The water doesn't know how old you are.

A man of fifty is responsible for his face.

It happens to everyone and it happens fast.

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

It's not cold in here, you're just dying.

For after all we make our faces as we go along...

Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope.

...our familiar features rinsed in weird adulthood.

It's finished. Everything went past, without me.