Our age has need of violence, " he writes. And he is violence.

I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not dare to be herself.

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

One does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. But I am more preoccupied with loving.

My attraction to drugs is based on an immense desire to annihilate awareness.

The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.

Do you have regrets that we were so overwhelmed? Do you ever wish to live those hours over again and differently, with more confidence.

Mom says it's because she has PMS.Do you even know what that means?"I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at- men syndrome

I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the half-way, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.

We, as human beings, enjoy freedom of choice.Your attitude is your choice!

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

If you change your attitude you will change how you see the world and discover the potential it has simply through opening up your eyes to C Differently

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

Works of art make rules but rules do not make works of art.

People who are good at film have a relationship with the camera.

There is nothing more powerful than a changed mind.

When I came to North America, it was hard. It was hard to understand, hard to get someone to understand me. I only knew Russian. I studied French in school, but it didn't help. I forgot most of that.