I am dominated by one thing, an irresistible, burning attraction towards the abstract.

No one could have less faith in the absolute and definitive importance of the work created by man, because I believe that this world is nothing but a dream.

This bored fantastic woman, with her animal nature, giving herself the pleasure of seeing her enemy struck down, not a particularly keen one for her because she is so weary of having all her desires satisfied.

When I want to render these fine nuances, I do not find them in the subject, but in the nature of women in real life who seek unhealthy emotions and are too stupid even to understand the horror in the most appalling situations.