Death was like love, a romantic escape.

I am shocking, impertinent and insolent that's how it is.

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

My wild and free side unsettled some, and unwedged others.

Nobody has any security in loving me.

We have abolished the death penalty for humans, so why should it continue for animals?

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

When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life.

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

I knew I had to be the best at something, otherwise I would be nothing. I knew I wanted the world to know about Brigitte Bardot.

I never do anything by chance.

I never knowingly wanted to hurt anybody.

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

I only live in the world of animal protection. I speak only of that. I think only of that. I am obsessed.

I only want to protect animals from barbarous, cruel, inhuman and backward rituals.

It's better to be unfaithful than faithful without wanting to be.

James Stewart was so kind and considerate and had such personal integrity.

My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

No matter whether it's someone from the political left or right, we just need a voice to stand up and defend animal rights.

Percentages are why I am rich.