I am all right when I work. I am not superficial and I am not ungrateful.

I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.

I am not finding pregnancy much of a joy. I am afraid of childbirth, but I am afraid I can't find a way of avoiding it.

Unfortunately these are not isolated incidents, and the people of Reunion are the first to be horrified by this despicable barbarity which mars the image of their island.

If I go to a restaurant, other people stare. The meal is ruined.

There is a certain dignity to being French.

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.