You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

If you've got to my age you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

I was born in ancient times at the end of the world in a patriarchal Catholic and conservative family. No wonder that by age five I was a raging feminist - although the term had not reached Chile yet so nobody knew what the heck was wrong with me.

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age to die young but then you'd never complete your life would you? You'd never wholly know you.