“I have always loved lipstick. For women, that love comes from our mother and grandmothers. It’s so natural for a woman to open up her mirror and apply lipstick.”

I have no idea how I’m perceived in America because I don’t live the reality of America

Love does not go away, it changes.

I live in Paris but I feel I am a daughter of Europe.

Beauty becomes alive and interesting when it’s habited.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us

Instead of going to the gym, I dress in black – a lot more practical and much more fun.

I come from a Catholic religion, but I’m not Catholic.

I like comedies, I like thrillers, I like love stories. Everything is beautiful; it depends if the film is good, who cares? Everything is interesting.

I didn’t have familiarity with children. I’m learning day after day, with her [daughter]. And what impresses me the most is that she, Deva, is an individual person. But in miniature, she seems to be a special effect.

If you have a script that’s not great, if you have a great director, you can make a great movie, but if you have a great script with a director who’s not good, never are you going to have a good movie.

I think the lawyers are such incredible actors. Can you imagine the performance they have to do every day?

We all need illusions. That’s why we love movies.

Personally, I find it romantic not to be with someone all the time; you don’t get used to someone or take them for granted.

After love, the man sleeps, while the woman reflects.

Do not hate the people who are jealous because they recognize that you are the best.

When people divorce, it’s always such a tragedy. At the same time, if people stay together it can be even worse.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I’ve gotten a lot of things wrong in my life, a lot of missteps I’ve taken in strife; but one thing I’m certain i’ve always gotten right, is the feel of your lips so soft and so light.

On my knees, lips slightly parted thirsty, ready for a strong stiff one. Make it neat I love the burn.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

Your smile keeps me longing for the taste of your lips pressed against my soul.