Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All good things come to those who wait.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

If you are not living in active consciousness, you will always be lost

Magic is difficult to describe, to understand and to come to terms with and many people don’t want to feel different or unusual.

It’s more than just saying lines and turning the light on. You have to drive the story - there’s a technical aspect.

I put my own d*ck in my mouth. I was 14 and much more flexible at the time. It was soft and required a lot of pulling. I really wanted that case of beer.

The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .

I'm here to tell you that a champion is someone who has fallen off the horse a dozen times and gotten back on the horse a dozen times. Successful people never give up.

The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.

I'm very much a night person. Morning is a thing I only experience because I have to.

It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.