“Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.”

“It’s like Tiffany’s,” she said. “Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it’s tacky to wear diamonds before you’re forty; and even that’s risky. They only look right on the really old girls. Maria Ouspenskaya. Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds. I can’t wait.”

“I dread no more the first white in my hair,Or even age itself, the easy shoe,The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair:Time, doing this to me, may alter tooMy anguish, into something I can bear”

“We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll grow until we're braver. We'll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it's time to stop.”

“I think about pasta in the shape of Hello Kitty, stockings with diamond seams up the back, Marilyn's crumbling cake-mascara, and Liz Taylor's new white hair. I haven't got time for the trivials.”

“I’m not waiting until my hair turns white to become patient and wise. Nope, I’m dyeing my hair tonight.”