I didn't throw myself off my balcony only because I knew people would photograph me lying dead.
Death was like love, a romantic escape.
I never left France for Hollywood nor stashed my money in Switzerland.
My private life became public.
I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.
Animals have never betrayed me. They are an easy prey, as I have been throughout my career. So we feel the same. I love them.