If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age.
I have never known a person to live to be one hundred and be remarkable for anything else.
I'm lucky: almost all my family has lived to be very old. I have one grandfather who lived to be 100.
I'm 99 today and I'll be 100 tomorrow. It's another day.
I am above eighty years old; it is about time for me to be going. I have been forty years a slave and forty years free and would be here forty years more to have equal rights for all.
If I could only live another century!
I was born in August, no July, 1908.
John McCain responded to critics who say he's too old for a sixth term by saying that his mother is 103 years old and doing well. The crazy thing is that even she is somehow younger than John McCain.
I want to live to be 120. That's when I will start worrying about my age.
In my 90-plus years, I have lived a multitude of lives.
My parents were fine at 85. So 85's nothing. 100 is another thing. I have a friend whose mother is about to turn 101, and it's not great.
I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.
I hope that on my tombstone it says 'Born 1933, died 2043.' I hope that's my legacy.
MY INSPIRATION has always been Jeanne Calment, a Frenchwoman who smoked and drank every day and died a few years ago at the age of 122. When asked the secret of her longevity, she replied: 'I laugh a lot.' Well you would, wouldn't you.
I'm going to be 100 years old, hopefully still hosting the 'Kitten Bowl.'
I'll shoot my age if I have to live to be 105.
When you talk about George Burns you're talking about a living legend . . . well, a legend, anyhow.
I think anyone who wants to live past 100 can do it.
The world's oldest woman passed away at 116. They keep dying. I think that title may be cursed.
I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.
My goal is to live to be 100.
Turning 102 is crap, and there is nothing to commemorate.
Ask who wants to live to be a hundred, and the answer is the person who is ninety-nine.
Only if I reach 100 years old will I write a very complete autobiography. Not before.
I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.
