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.