There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.

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

I only said, 'I want to be left alone.'

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

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 have made enough faces.

Mr. Hitler was big on me. He kept writing and inviting me to come to Germany, and if the war hadn't started when it did, I would have gone and I would have taken a gun out of my purse and shot him, because I am the only person who would not have been searched.