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.
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.
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 don't want to be a silly temptress. I cannot see any sense in getting dressed up and doing nothing but tempting men in pictures.