“I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.”

They want you to bring out your intestines.

There’s something about an American soldier you can’t explain. They’re so grateful for anything, even a film actress coming to see them.

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

Grumbling is the death of love.

I am at heart a gentleman.

I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.

Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.

Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.

I’m worth more dead than alive. Don’t cry for me after I’m gone; cry for me now.

When you’re dead, you’re dead. That’s it.

America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German – German in my soul.

Glamour is what I sell, it’s my stock in trade.

A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it’s no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

I never enjoyed working in a film.

I’m attracted to images that come from a personal exploration of a subject matter. When they have a personal stamp to them, then I think it becomes identifiable.

A beautiful woman looking at her image in the mirror may very well believe the image is herself. An ugly woman knows it is not.

I would never create an image for myself; I’m not that clever.

I’ve never heard a man in a suit tell me what to wear; that’s not their forte. You hire your stylist; whatever someone’s image is as an artist is what they’ve chosen to portray.

Maybe an image is worth 1000 words, but some words are worth 10,000 tears.

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It’s the image, not what you sing.

If we have to have a choice between being dead and pitied, and being alive with a bad image, we’d rather be alive and have the bad image.