“Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.”
“Why haven't I got a husband and children?" mused Greta Garbo to the Dutchess of Windsor, "I never met a man I could marry.”
“Bartender! Vring me some viskey with chincher ale on de side & don't be stingy, baby. (Garbo's first words in a talking picture)”
“As a language, Garbo's singularity was of the order of the concept, that of Audrey Hepburn is of the order of the substance; the face of Garbo is an Idea, that of Hepburn, an Event.”
“I didn’t say anything. Greta always knew how to make me lose my words.”
“Fundamentalists offer us a "loving" God who is some kind of divine stalker.”