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Yesterday was my birthday. I’m not going to tell you how old I was because I hate being that old but I will tell you it’s plenty. When anyone comes up to me and says, "Happy Birthday", I just look them in the eye and I say, "You must be kidding".

What in the world is there to be happy about being a year older? Age is a defect which we never get over. The only thing worse than having another birthday is not having another one.

There’s nothing wrong with being my age. I feel fine. I love working. I love playing. I love life. The bad thing about it is, I’m constantly aware that there isn’t much of it left.

Andy Rooney: Years of minutes, PublicAffairs, New York, 2003.

... and what is all that big fuss of being 65. I’m glad

I can now tell I’m not. Because I’m 66.