Why Haven't I Got A Husband And

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.

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.

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.

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

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