When one has not long to live, why shouldn't one have fancies?
It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
I don't like writers. They're dangerous people.
I've always wanted two lives - one for the movies, one for myself.
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.
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.