My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

I knew I had to be the best at something, otherwise I would be nothing. I knew I wanted the world to know about Brigitte Bardot.

I was just a cheap little starlet hardly acting at all in a very mediocre film.

I only live in the world of animal protection. I speak only of that. I think only of that. I am obsessed.

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

Was it me that Botticelli imagined?

People have already dirtied my name too much.