I've always wanted two lives - one for the movies, one for myself.

All alike, you men. You only want the satisfaction of being through with us first, that's all. So far I've had the good fortune of beating you to it. So I am heartless.

I don't like writers. They're dangerous people.

How can one change one's entire life and build a new one on one moment of love? And yet, that's what you make me want to close my eyes and do.

I have made enough faces.

Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.