The Myth Of Bardot Is Finished, But

I Know Very Few Americans, Though I Like The Way They Think. They Think Big.

I Never Do Anything By Chance.

Death Was Like Love, A Romantic Escape.

I Am Leaving The Town To The Invaders: Increasingly Numerous, Mediocre, Dirty, Badly Behaved, Shameless Tourists.

I Have Not Always Loved Wisely, But I Was Young.