One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.
Unfortunately, my age on Tinder says 28, and we all know I'm not that, but I don't know how to change it! So, every time I match with someone, I have to say, 'You know I'm 46, right?'
My agent suggested me to EastEnders casting director, Julia Crampsie, who I already knew. I'm delighted that Julia said, He's not old enough is he?' My agent told her how old I really am and she said Oh'!
Oh, my God. I've just told you how old I am. Nobody knows how old I am. I'm going to have to kill you now.
A woman who will tell her age, will tell anything.
If you want to know how old a woman is . . . ask her sister-in-law.
If anyone asks how old I am, tell them it's none of their business!
You should be able to tell your child, "This is an actor. And she's older than Mommy!"
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
I've never lied about my age.
I'm 16 now, I was 15 when it happened... and the encryption code wasn't in fact written by me, but written by the German member. There seems to be a bit of confusion about that part.
My age is my own private business and I intend to keep it so - if I can. I am not so old that I am ashamed of my age and I am not so young that I couldn't have written my book and that is all the public needs to know about my age.
I don't mind being it [age 60], I just don't like saying it.
I always do big birthday things. In three years, I'm 70. I'm going to do something outrageous. In America, everyone's always hiding their age.
I think I live in this mythical world where doing the parts I do is not going to hurt me, and telling people my age is not going to hurt me. And it actually does. It's a bit sick-making but, you know, I can't change who I am.
Whenever possible print a woman's age.
Hi. Cat was just keeping me company until you came back.” He glanced in the direction she’d just disappeared to before returning his attention to me. “Fourteen hundred and thirty-one." I blinked. "What's that?" "The year I was born, which is not, as you'll note, yesterday.
