I do not like vaudeville, but what can I do? It likes me.

I have given up trying to be happy. It is no use an leads to nothing.

I know I am very beautiful.

I want to see people turn and writhe; make them feel things they cannot see and sometimes do not know.

Some women flirt more with what they say, and some with what they do.

I speak English, so I am no longer cute. My tongue itches for French.

I do not say anything from jealousy.