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

I never met a man I could marry.

Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.

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

I have made enough faces.

The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me.

It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.