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

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

I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.

Love is a romantic designation for a most ordinary biological process-or, shall we say, chemical-process ... a lot of nonsense is talked and written about it.

It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise.

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

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.