It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.
No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.
I am 30, but there are things about me that are still 15.
The myth of Bardot is finished, but Brigitte is me.
What does it mean, being a woman?
Solitude scares me. It makes me think about love, death, and war. I need distraction from anxious, black thoughts.