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.

I don’t like to talk to people, because I can’t express myself satisfactorily. I don’t say the things I mean.

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

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.

I have made enough faces.

I only said, 'I want to be left alone.'

I want to be left alone.