Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer.

People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.