[I am] always so alone, so alone. Oh God, it is so awful. This ugly, ugly America, all just machinery, it is soul destroying. I never go out, only home to my boring little hotel… The only thing that gives me pleasure is to go to the bank and send some money to my family… I don’t want to meet people from the films and drink and talk about things I don’t wish to talk about… People are very curious about me in the studio. Everyone stares at me and asks questions… I am sure they think I am a bit strange… the glamour with which we surround the american film world hardly exists here. There is nothing elegant or beautiful here.
— Greta Garbo, letter in 1925 to Mimi Pollak