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

I never met a man I could marry.

Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

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.

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.

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