All alike, you men. You only want the satisfaction of being through with us first, that's all. So far I've had the good fortune of beating you to it. So I am heartless.

I have made enough faces.

There are some who want to get married and others who don't. I have never had an impulse to go to the altar. I am a difficult person to lead.

Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.

The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me.

Why haven't I got a husband and children?" mused Greta Garbo to the Dutchess of Windsor, "I never met a man I could marry.

I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.