I Leave Before Being Left. I Decide.

The First Time That I Came To Cannes, I Think It Was In 1953, I Was 18 And Unknown.

Solitude Scares Me. It Makes Me Think About Love, Death, And War. I Need Distraction From Anxious, Black Thoughts.

I Didn't Throw Myself Off My Balcony Only Because I Knew People Would Photograph Me Lying Dead.

I Really Wanted To Die At Certain Periods In My Life.

It Is Sad To Grow Old But Nice To Ripen.