The neck starts to go at 43, and that's that.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I see myself as 38, but you don't notice it.
For a woman, forty is torture, the end.
If I'm still acting at 46, I'll be surprised.
You hit 41 and you don't burn calories like you used to.
Forty is when you actually begin even deserving to be on stage telling people what you think.
It ain't over at 40. I haven't crested the best part of my career.
It's depressing to think what it would mean to be impaired down the neck.
The older we get, the more we desire to reclaim our body at 25; we'll take our face at 35, the elasticity of our mind at its most powerful, to return ourselves somehow to our most vital moment of rigor and protean creation.
49 and holding. Holding tight! Fighting that heinous age every step of the way.
I always knew it was going to be difficult when I got beyong 40, but I didn't realise it would start at 35.