I want to be left alone.
It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.
Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.
I always look well when I'm near death.