When One Has Not Long To Live,

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 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.

I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

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