We All Look Good For Our Age.

We Have Lived Through The Era When Happiness Was A Warm Puppy, And The Era When Happiness Was A Dry Martini, And Now We Have Come To The Era When Happiness Is 'knowing What Your Uterus Looks Like'.

I've Just Surfaced From Spending Several Days In A State Of Rapture: I Was Reading A Book... I Felt Alive And Engaged And Positively Brilliant, Bursting With Ideas, Brimming With Memories Of Other Books I've Loved.

In The Way That Women Forget The Pain Of Childbirth, Men Forget That They Cry In Movies.

Getting Older Means You Don't Have To Shave Your Legs Anymore.

…the Amount Of Maintenance Involving Hair Is Genuinely Overwhelming. Sometimes I Think That Not Having To Worry About Your Hair Anymore Is The Secret Upside Of Death.