I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.

I leave before being left. I decide.

The myth of Bardot is finished, but Brigitte is me.

I never left France for Hollywood nor stashed my money in Switzerland.

If only every man who sees my films did not get the impression he can make love to me, I would be a lot happier.

I have not always loved wisely, but I was young.

I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals.