I Live Like A Monk: With One

There Are Many Things In Your Heart You Can Never Tell To Another Person. They Are You, Your Private Joys And Sorrows, And You Can Never Tell Them. You Cheapen Yourself, The Inside Of Yourself, When You Tell Them.

Except Physically, We Know Little More About Garbo Than We Know About Shakespeare.

Why Should You Care For A Woman Like Me? I'm Always Nervous Or Sick, Or Sad Or Too Gay.

It Could Be So Beautiful Here If The Americans Themselves Had Not Made It So Ugly With Their Big Buildings, Their Millions Of Cars, And Noise.

I Don't Want To Be A Silly Temptress. I Cannot See Any Sense In Getting Dressed Up And Doing Nothing But Tempting Men In Pictures.