Sometimes awful things have their own beauty.

Berlin is a skeleton which aches in the cold: it is my own skeleton aching. I feel in my bones the sharp ache of the frost in the girders of the overhead railway, in the iron-work of balconies, in bridges, tramlines, lamp-standards, latrines. The iron throbs and shrinks, the stone and the bricks ache dully, the plaster is numb.

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.

But seriously, I believe I'm a sort of Ideal Woman, if you know what I mean. I'm the sort of woman who can take men away from their wives, but I could never keep anybody for long. And that's because I'm the type which every man imagines he wants, until he gets me; and then he finds he doesn't really, after all.

If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.

Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique, and not too much imagination.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.