“But you can’t realize, you can’t know what another person goes through.”

I, who wanted danger, adventure, and love

Over and over I’m on the point of giving it up.

I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.

You can’t change the world, you can only change yourself.

And I think maybe all women, if they just had a chance, would be romantic and believe in love and not sex. And men believe in sex and not love.

I’m not too interested in books about India.

And culture is – each of us – is like one pearl added to another to make a chain. We each contribute to the other. And that’s all right. But once you’re on your own, do that which comes from within. And I feel this very strongly.

But, you see, the theatre is not always art in America.

You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex

Well, I don’t go out much socially. I don’t enjoy going out.

Very few people know how to work. Inspiration, everybody has inspiration. That’s just hot air.

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.

I hang on to the statement of scientists that there is no time. Therefore, join me in telling everyone you are thirty-two. This allows me to go after young men and plan grabbing husbands from my girlfriends.

My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.

The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges.

You see, I was never stage-struck the way most girls were.