I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.

There is always something missing that torments me.

My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

I don't know my future. I don't know about tomorrow. I can just control for today or present, right now. I don't want to think about future too much, because present is most important for me.

Love naturally reverses the idea of obedience, and causes the struggle between any two who truly love each other to be, not who shall command, but who shall yield.

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

I can't watch myself in interviews. I feel like I look like a wreck. My mom is always calling me and going, 'Stop fidgeting,' and it's like, 'You have no idea what it's like, Mom.'

When a culture feels that its end has come, it sends for a priest.

How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.

I'm just paid to do whatever I want to do. Some of the time it's development, and some of the time it's just goofing off.

If intellect plays a large part in the field of violence, I hold that it plays a larger part in the field of nonviolence.

I don't write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are possible, not necessarily written by me.

Miroku: Kagome, are you worrying about me? Kagome: I guess so. Miroku: In that case, I have a favor to ask of you: please bear my child.