I Live Like A Monk: With One

I Cannot See Myself As A Wife. Ugly Word.

Why Haven't I Got A Husband And Children?" Mused Greta Garbo To The Dutchess Of Windsor, "i Never Met A Man I Could Marry.

Gimme A Visky With A Ginger Ale On The Side - And Don't Be Stinchy, Beby.

[when Asked If She Believed In "women's Lib":] Not Really. Not When I See What Most Of Them Look Like.

Garbo Still Belongs To That Moment In Cinema When Capturing The Human Face Still Plunged Audiences Into The Deepest Ecstasy, When One Literally Lost Oneself In A Human Image As One Would In A Philtre, When The Face Represented A Kind Of Absolute State Of The Flesh, Which Could Be Neither Reached Nor Renounced.