“When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life.”

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

I say what I think and I think what I say.

I never get hung up on the past – the memories are too negative.

I really am a cat transformed into a woman.

I never do anything by chance.

I have found out that friendship is quite as important as love and it isn’t any easier than love.

It is better to be wrong than correct with no desire to be.

Percentages are why I am rich.

Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

Success is unpredictable and fragile.

I can’t do the same thing every night, the same gestures. it’s like putting on dirty panties every day.

No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself.

I don’t think when I make love.

Fame had brought me so much unhappiness.

I have the courage of my convictions.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

How you played in yesterday’s game is all that counts.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

One has to be able to count if only so that at fifty one doesn’t marry a girl of twenty.

When I’m an old man, I don’t want to count the years, we forgot to share.

The relationship that counts most in my life is the one I have with myself. I have a great, great, great relationship with myself, and it gets better and better as I get older. The other day, I was talking to Barry in the car and I said, ‘I’m so glad I’m me!’

I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.