I Smoke All The Time,

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.

I Don’t Like To Talk To People, Because I Can’t Express Myself Satisfactorily. I Don’t Say The Things I Mean.

I Never Met A Man I Could Marry.

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

I Always Wanted To Do My Best. I Got Nothing Free—i Had To Work Hard.