I am no mother, and I won't be one.

Vadim was both my teacher and my husband. I placed myself entirely in his hands.

I really am a cat transformed into a woman.

I know very few Americans, though I like the way they think. They think big.

Peanut butter is pâté for children.

I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.

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