Actress

I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.

I adore my houses - they're my refuge - but I detest more and more Saint-Tropez where it's impossible to live: invaded by tourists, social evenings, all of which I avoid and which terrorises me.

I am really not interested in the cinema.

I have been very happy, very rich, very beautiful, much adulated, very famous and very unhappy.

My country, France, my homeland, my land is again invaded by an overpopulation of foreigners, especially Muslims.

I am typically French.

I don't think when I make love.

French courts are backward and politically correct, which is the height of stupidity.

I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.

I know very few Americans, though I like the way they think. They think big.

I know what sin is.

I was just a cheap little starlet hardly acting at all in a very mediocre film.

China once again disgusts the world, portraying the image of a cruel, perverted people devoid of any feelings towards animals.

I never get hung up on the past - the memories are too negative.

People have already dirtied my name too much.

I never left France for Hollywood nor stashed my money in Switzerland.

People are forever finding something wrong with you.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself.

It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.