I have made enough faces.

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.

My talents fall within definite limitations. I am not as versatile an actress as some think.

It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise.

I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.

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.

[When asked if she believed in "women's lib":] Not really. Not when I see what most of them look like.