The world today doesn't please me.

The first time that I came to Cannes, I think it was in 1953, I was 18 and unknown.

My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

If I upset some notions and went against established rules, that wasn't part of what I wanted to do. It wasn't my goal.

When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life.

I had lots of opportunities to survive this [popularity] madness. Madame de Staël said, "Glory is the bright mourning of happiness."

I tried to make myself as pretty as possible and even then I thought I was ugly. I found it madly difficult to go out, to show myself.