I smoke all the time, one after the other.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
I cannot see myself as a wife. Ugly word.
I'm not always sincere. One can't be in this world, you know.
[When asked if she believed in "women's lib":] Not really. Not when I see what most of them look like.