“Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.”

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.

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

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.

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life.

It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.

I am not a myth.

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties.

Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I have savored to the full all the small, daily joys. The bright sunshine on the breakfast table; the smell of the air at dusk; the sound of the clock ticking; the light rains that start gently after midnight; the hour when the family come home.

I need someone to eat breakfast with and watch Adventure Time with!

The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.

I still think the best classic meal in New York is a coffee-shop breakfast – you sort of can’t skip it.

The first duty of a revolutionist is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.

The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.