I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

The Mystery Surrounding Garbo Was As Thick As A London Fog.

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.

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 Never Met A Man I Could Marry.