Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?
I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.
[When asked if she believed in "women's lib":] Not really. Not when I see what most of them look like.
Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.
I have made enough faces.
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.