I was living "every girl's" dream. But I had yet to find my own passion, my personal project, the thing that would help make Paris mine.

For the record, I'm not an indecisive person, and I'm not a coward. I just have a very detailed imaginary life, and it sometimes takes precedence over what's actually happening around me.

They weren't tears of sadness or even tears of joy. I was just overflowing. Like so many things since I'd been here, I didn't yet understand it, but I felt it.

People grow, but they don't change.

Nothing came out. Suddenly I was hovering, looking down on myself from above.

I don't turn to anyone for advice. I do what I want.

What got us to where we are today is not going to get us to where we need to go tomorrow.

With creative people, truly new horizons open up.

Every woman is after a kind of classy image.

It is a poor reverie which invites a nap. One must even wonder whether, in this "failing asleep", the subconscious itself does not undergo a decline in being.

Ah woe is me, through all my daysWisdom and wealth I both have got,And fame and name and great men's praise;But Love, ah! Love I have it not.

I always try to look for the best in most places.

Great men don't 'move to the center' - great men move the center!

A feud should live a full and colorful life, and then it should die a natural death and be forgotten.