“My youth hungered for romance–and romance was a uniform and flowers and dancing and being endlessly young. At the same time, there was another part of me adult enough to realize this could not exist without a great physical passion. At nineteen, I sat on a train racing towards what I hoped would be a great adventure, already woman enough to want sexual fulfillment and still child enough to blush at the recognition of it.”

– Pola Negri, Memoirs of a Star