Why should you care for a woman like me? I’m always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.
I have made enough faces.
I only said, ‘I want to be left alone.’
I don’t like writers. They’re dangerous people.
I never met a man I could marry.
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 smoke all the time, one after the other.
Perhaps it’s better if I live in your heart, where the world can’t see me. If I’m dead, there will be no stain on our love.
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.
When one has not long to live, why shouldn’t one have fancies?
I’m a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.
The mystery surrounding Garbo was as thick as a London fog.
Except physically, we know little more about Garbo than we know about Shakespeare.
Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side – and don’t be stinchy, beby.
I’m tired and nervous and I’m in America. Here you don’t know that you live.
I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing free – I had to work hard.
If you’re going to die on screen, you’ve got to be strong and in good health.
It’s midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.
Being a movie star, and this applies to all of them, means being looked at from every possible direction. You are never left at peace, you’re just fair game.
My talents fall within definite limitations. I am not as versatile an actress as some think.