If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

I gave up before birth.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Sloth is all passions the most powerful.