I don’t like to talk to people, because I can’t express myself satisfactorily. I don’t say the things I mean.

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.

Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it.

I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.

Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

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