Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
I have only one curiosity left: death.
In 1919 I woke up famous. I'd never guessed it. If I'd known I was famous, I'd have stolen away and wept. I was stupid. I was supposed to be intelligent. I was sensitive and very dumb.
I simply value Arthur Capel friendship. And even so, he knows very little about me.
I don't do fashion, I'm fashion
The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.