“I have a way of looking at [death],” he said. “Everyone’s going to join me eventually. No one’s going to say ‘I’m so sorry you’re going to die — I wish you were like me and not going to die.’ Everybody’s going to die. At least I’ve lived to f—ing 90; I didn’t die at nine, or 19, or 29.” …

“[Death] could be just around the corner at 90,” he said. “But I’m quite happy. I’m sitting here writing, doing my thing. I like it. I have two children, three grandchildren and a wife; and if the book I’ve written is a success, everything it makes will be left to them after I’ve gone.”

[He’s had one heck of a run, and is still going. I wish I were as sanguine about it as Caine, but maybe if I get to 90, I will be. — Ed]