I don't think when I make love.

Animals have never betrayed me. They are an easy prey, as I have been throughout my career. So we feel the same. I love them.

I would like, before I die, to see the changes I've always fought for being made. If not, my life will have been worth nothing.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself.

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.

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

In a democracy one must have the right to express oneself and that's what I do, even if it displeases.