It Is Bitter To Think Of One's

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.

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

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

It's Midnight. One Half Of Paris Is Making Love To The Other Half.

I Was Always Sad As A Child, For As Long As I Can Think Back. I Hated Crowds Of People, And Used To Sit In A Corner By Myself, Just Thinking.