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

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

I smoke all the time, one after the other.

I was always sad as a child, for as long as I can think back. I hated crowds of people, and used to sit in a corner by myself, just thinking.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

I never met a man I could marry.

[When asked if she believed in "women's lib":] Not really. Not when I see what most of them look like.