The Page Has Turned. Cinema Is Finished

I Don't Think When I Make Love.

Was It Me That Botticelli Imagined?

My Mother Wanted Me To Be Friends Only With Children She Considered Socially Suitable.

I Had Lots Of Opportunities To Survive This [popularity] Madness. Madame De Staël Said, "glory Is The Bright Mourning Of Happiness."

I Leave Before Being Left. I Decide.