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

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.

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

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

I was always sad as a child, for as long as I can think back. I hated crowds of people, and used to sit in a corner by myself, just thinking.

I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.

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