Faina Ranevskaya. Old Age is Ignorance of God

...Everyone who loved me, I didn't like. And those I loved, didn't love me. Who would have known my loneliness... Damn it, this very talent that made me unhappy. My appearance ruined my personal life.

…Lonely. Mortally bored. I'm eighty-one years old. I'm sitting in Moscow. It's summer. I can't leave my dog. They rented me a house outside the city, with a toilet. At my age, there's only one lover—a toilet in the house.

…Old age is just a scumbag. I think it's God's ignorance that He allows us to live to old age. Lord, everyone's gone, and I'm still alive…