My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.
It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.
I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.