I am now seventy, rather glad, really, that I won't live to see the horrors to come in the 21st century.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm seventy-one now, so it's hard to imagine a dramatic change.
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.
I shall not die young, for I am already near seventy: I may die old.
I don't have this feeling that 70 is really old.
What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
It bothers me that I won't live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister by adoption, that that was how long I wanted to live: seventy years.
I'm approaching 70. Unfortunately, from the wrong direction.
I hope to be still acting when I'm 70 on TV, film and theatre.
I hope to be 70 and sitting at the table with journalists, talking about my films.
Seventy years old! How did that happen? I was part of the generation that wasn't going to die.