Greta Garbo

"I never said, "I want to be alone." I only said, "I want to be let alone! There is all the difference."

"I am bewildered by the thousands of strange people who write me letters. They do not know me. Why do they do that?"

"The mystery surrounding Garbo was as thick as a London fog."

"Every mans harmless fantasy mistress. By being worshiped by the entire world she gave you the feeling that if your imagination had to sin, it can at least congratulate itself on its impeccable taste."

"Her instinct, her mastery over the machine, was pure witchcraft. I cannot analyze this womans acting. I only know that no one else so effectively worked in front of a camera."

"Youre the purple light of a summer night in Spain. Youre the National Gallery; youre Garbos Salary; youre cellophane!"

"Garbo is lonely. She always has been and she always will be. She lives in the core of a vast aching aloneness. She is a great artist, but it is both her supreme glory and her supreme tragedy that art is to her the only reality. The figures of living men and women, the events of everyday existence, move about her, shadowy, unsubstantial. It is only when she breathes the breath of life into a part, clothes with her own flesh and blood the concept of a playwright, that she herself is fully awake, fully alive."

"We knew each other. We talked. We passed each other going to the set of our own films. We were doing our jobs. We had great mutual respect."

"She is the most miraculous blend of personality and sheer dramatic talent that the screen has ever known and her presence in The Painted Veil immediately makes it one of the seasons cinema events."

"Except physically, we know little more about Garbo than we know about Shakespeare."

"I think an artist who abandons his art is the saddest thing in the world, sadder than death. There must have been something about Garbos film career that profoundly revolted her."

"Garbo still belongs to that moment in cinema when capturing the human face still plunged audiences into the deepest ecstasy, when one literally lost oneself in a human image as one would in a philtre, when the face represented a kind of absolute state of the flesh, which could be neither reached nor renounced."