I had lots of opportunities to survive this [popularity] madness. Madame de Staël said, "Glory is the bright mourning of happiness."

I am shocking, impertinent and insolent that's how it is.

It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.

I have no private life at all. I am a hunted woman. I can't take a step without being questioned and surrounded.

The world today doesn't please me.

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

Death was like love, a romantic escape.