The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me.

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

Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

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

There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.

I smoke all the time, one after the other.

It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.