I Smoke All The Time, One After

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.

There Is No One Who Would Have Me - I Can't Cook.

If You Are Blessed, You Are Blessed, Whether You Are Married Or Single.

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

Love Is A Romantic Designation For A Most Ordinary Biological Process-or, Shall We Say, Chemical-process ... A Lot Of Nonsense Is Talked And Written About It.