As long as my body holds out, I'll be grooving when I'm 70, and not some sort of horrible spectacle.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In 1985, I saw a tape of myself where my eyes were puffy. I looked very tired and bedraggled and not as youthful as I would like to have been.
I don't like showing cleavage because I get cold, and if I had fantastic legs, I might wear short skirts - but I think at 78, one's got to act one's age.
Being a character actor, I can go on until I'm 70 or 80; I'm not bound to the way I look.
I don't wanna look like a 65-year-old geezer, you know, and I can't really see it happening.
I'm seventy-one now, so it's hard to imagine a dramatic change.
If I die on a film set when I'm 80, I'll be happy with that.
The idea of getting old is horrific, but I don't want to make it worse by becoming a grotesque caricature. A lot of people have made that mistake of trying so hard to hang on to their looks that they make themselves look really scary.
I am now seventy, rather glad, really, that I won't live to see the horrors to come in the 21st century.
I am 58. That is pretty old, for God's sake. I look pretty good for my age, and I am enjoying that.
I'm 56 - I don't want to look like I'm 20.