There Is No One Who

Garbo Still Belongs To That Moment In Cinema When Capturing The Human Face Still Plunged Audiences Into The Deepest Ecstasy, When One Literally Lost Oneself In A Human Image As One Would In A Philtre, When The Face Represented A Kind Of Absolute State Of The Flesh, Which Could Be Neither Reached Nor Renounced.

Gimme A Visky With A Ginger Ale On The Side - And Don't Be Stinchy, Beby.

I'm Not Always Sincere. One Can't Be In This World, You Know.

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 Wish I Were Supernaturally Strong So I Could Put Right Everything That Is Wrong.