I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

It's every woman's tragedy that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator.

The fin is coming early this siecle.

I haven't changed much over the years. I use less adjectives now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

We watched Saskia jug a hare, once, on television, years ago ... The hare had been half rotted, then cremated, then consumed. If there is a God and she is of the rabbit family, then Saskia will be in deep doo-doo on Judgement Day.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.

It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine.