Adolescence Is Like Cactus.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We ... Believe Me Naïve Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.

To The Woman With The Least Intelligence, There Must Come, At Some Time Or Other, The Realization That Housework Is Animal Work And That There Are Other Occupations In The World A Thousand Times More Refined, More Enriching, For Which She Is Also Suited And To Which She Has A Right.

If You Can't Create, You Destroy.

The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth