I've gotten crankier in my old age.

I'd like to introduce someone who has just come into my life. I've admired him for 35 years. He's someone who represents integrity, honesty, art, and on top of that stuff I'm actually sleeping with him.

I wasn't afraid of getting old, because I was never a great beauty.

I mean, no one asks beauty secrets of me, or 'What size do you wear?' or 'Who's your couturier?' They ask me about really deep things and I love that.

Someday perhaps change will occur when times are ready for it instead of always when it is too late. Someday change will be accepted as life itself.