"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."
— Marie Dressler on Greta Garbo (via professorowenaravenclaw)
Lauren Bacall on the beach, 1943