There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

I smoke all the time, one after the other.

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

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.

Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.

I cannot see myself as a wife. Ugly word.

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.