I don't like writers. They're dangerous people.

I don’t like to talk to people, because I can’t express myself satisfactorily. I don’t say the things I mean.

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.

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.

Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.

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

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