She let the jealousy slip out of her fingertips.

To not do what you can to protect someone, that's cowardly.

She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.

And age was just a trait, like the color of your hair, or the amount of freckles on your skin.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

life's better with girls. boys need girls.

But Tik Tok believes everything's circular, including men and women. He says nature seems to go around and around, and that we all have bits of everything.

Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?

Everyone will think I'm ugly."Tik Tok smiled. "That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.

Real intimacy is a product of solitude.

I'm the princess of my own Life, My own circle, my own rules.And don't wanna compare my life style to anyone indeed.

There is only one excuse for a speaker's asking the attention of his audience: he must have either truth or entertainment for them.

It's easy to work for somebody else; all you have to do is show up.

Researchers have found very little difference between men and women in terms of the amount of time spent gossiping.

When I'm focused, there is not one single thing, person, anything that can stand in the way of my doing something. There is not. If I want something bad enough, I feel I'm gonna get there.

With Crazy Horse, it's all one big, growing, smoldering sound, and I'm part of it. It's like gliding, or some sort of natural surfing.

I've got access to your mysterious body but not your mysterious soul. Souls seem to me the loneliest possibility of all.

I was born February 20, 1937 in Munchen as the first child of Sebastian and Helene Huber.

I'm not interested so much in collaboration. You see that from the history of my albums.