I leave before being left. I decide.
Was it me that Botticelli imagined?
Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I am tired.
I wanted to be myself. Only myself.
The first time that I came to Cannes, I think it was in 1953, I was 18 and unknown.
My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.