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

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

I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.

I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said, 'I want to be let alone!' There is all the difference.

I don't want to be a silly temptress. I cannot see any sense in getting dressed up and doing nothing but tempting men in pictures.

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.