I smoke all the time, one after the other.
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.
I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.
It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.
Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.