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

It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.

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.

How can one change one's entire life and build a new one on one moment of love? And yet, that's what you make me want to close my eyes and do.

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.

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

I'm afraid of NOTHING except being bored!