I jumped out of an airplane on my 34th birthday because I promised myself I would. I have an interest in confronting my fears.
We all have special numbers in our lives, and 4 is that for me. It’s the day I was born. My mother’s birthday, and a lot of my friends’ birthdays, are on the fourth; April 4 is my wedding date.
I like to go to anybody else’s birthday, and if I’m invited I’m a good guest. But I never celebrate my birthdays. I really don’t care.
I think there’s something about the homemade birthday cake, because my wife, on my daughter’s first birthday, started the tradition where she takes a full cake and cuts the number birthday out of it.
Every year on my birthday, I start a new playlist titled after my current age so I can keep track of my favorite songs of the year as a sort of musical diary because I am a teenage girl.
Only then, approaching my fortieth birthday, I made philosophy my life’s work.
A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday.
I have ‘Happy Birthday’ in multiple languages on my iPod – I like to play it at company birthday parties.
A gift, with a kind countenance, is a double present.
I’m a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.
I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.
For me, the end of childhood came when the number of candles on my birthday cake no longer reflected my age, around 19 or 20. From then on, each candle came to represent an entire decade.
In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame.
Handmade presents are scary because they reveal that you have too much free time.
I like to give people novels I think they would like, on no particular occasion – just when we’re in a bookstore together. I like to receive reference books on my birthday.
The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
I do like to shock and surprise people. When it’s all in good fun, of course.
On every birthday, I ask my wife, ‘What would you like this year?’ and her instant reply is, ‘Diamonds! Diamonds! Diamonds!’ I’m always living in hope that one day she’ll say she just wants me!
When I was little I thought, isn’t it nice that everybody celebrates on my birthday? Because it’s July 4th.
I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn’t see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.
I have an extensive library – every birthday when I was a kid my parents would ask what movie or book I wanted, so I have built up a big collection over the years.
For my birthday my husband learned to cook and is cooking one day a week for me. But he only likes to do fancy dishes. So we end up with weird, obscure things in the refrigerator.
I’m amazed. When I was 40, I thought I’d never make 50. And at 50 I thought the frosting on the cake would be 60. At 60, I was still going strong and enjoying everything.
I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent, and there were 150 people waiting for me, all wearing masks of my face.
I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don’t have birthday parties, because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I’m blowing out candles gives me hives.
