“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.”
“Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.”
“I shall never marry, Atticus.""Why?""I might have children.”
“In ten years I will be a beautiful charming lovely lady writer without any husband or children but lots of lovers and everyone will read the books I write and want to marry me but I will never marry any of them. I will have lots of money and jewels too.”
“Didn't Frankenstein get married?""Did he?" said Eggy. "I don't know. I never met him. Harrow man, I expect.”
“Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories.”