Writers speak for those who are kept in silence

There is no light without shadow, just as there is no happiness without pain.

Aphrodite is about lust and gluttony - the only two sins worth committing, in my opinion.

You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not.

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

I can promise you that women working together - linked, informed and educated - can bring peace and prosperity to this forsaken planet.

It is a wonderful truth that things we want most in life-a sense of purpose, happiness and hope-are most easily attained by giving them to others.

Fear is inevitable, I have to accept that, but I cannot allow it to paralyze me.

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

We all have an unsuspected reserve of strength inside that emerges when life puts us to the test.

Heart is what drives us and determines our fate.

That's what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.

Any woman who laughs as dope as she does won't ever have trouble finding men.

Who never caused others to die Seldom rates a statue.

I'm always really surprised by people who are comfortable revealing all of their secrets on TV or in a magazine. It's actually quite shocking to me.

I understand that it's hard for everyone, but one cannot give in to emotions... we'll have to draw lessons from the current crisis and now we'll have to work on overcoming it.

Well, you know, once again, Donald [Trump] is implying that he didn't support the invasion of Iraq. I said it was a mistake.

No president who performs his duties faithfully and conscientiously can have any leisure.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I would listen most particularly to the countries whose language I didn't understand, didn't know what they were singing. But being a singer myself, I could understand because of the emotion.

I shall take all the troubles of the past, all the disappointments, all the headaches, and I shall pack them in a bag and throw them in the East River.