It Is Bitter To Think Of One's

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.

I Want To Be Left Alone.

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

Mr. Hitler Was Big On Me. He Kept Writing And Inviting Me To Come To Germany, And If The War Hadn't Started When It Did, I Would Have Gone And I Would Have Taken A Gun Out Of My Purse And Shot Him, Because I Am The Only Person Who Would Not Have Been Searched.

I Never Said, 'i Want To Be Alone.' I Only Said, 'i Want To Be Let Alone!' There Is All The Difference.