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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.