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.
I have made enough faces.
There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.
I want to be left alone.
I smoke all the time, one after the other.
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.