It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.

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

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

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.

Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side - and don't be stinchy, beby.

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

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