I smoke all the time, one after the other.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

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.

It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise.

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

[When asked if she believed in "women's lib":] Not really. Not when I see what most of them look like.