I get ideas about what's essential when packing my suitcase.

You are the one that possesses the keys to your being. You carry the passport to your own happiness.

The real story is that I am very free, that I've managed to be who I wanted to be without compromising.

When I was young, I lived like an old woman, and when I got old, I had to live like a young person.

I've always liked wrinkles. When I was a young girl, I used to make lines on my face with my nails because I loved Jeanne Moreau. I always wanted to be older; I always added years to my life. For the longest time, if people thought I was older I would take it as a compliment.

Silence, nothing is better.

The girls who were unanimously considered beautiful often rested on their beauty alone. I felt I had to do things, to be intelligent and develop a personality in order to be seen as attractive. By the time I realized maybe I wasn't plain and might even possibly be pretty, I had already trained myself to be a little more interesting and informed.