I'm not always sincere. One can't be in this world, you know.

I want to be left alone.

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 writers. They're dangerous people.

My talents fall within definite limitations. I am not as versatile an actress as some think.

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

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