In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.

The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

Education is a change of mind, an acceptance, and an assimilation.

Rules are the offspring of fear. If everyone trusted and followed their true inner spirit, the world would function flawlessly.

I listen to a lot of old stuff like Smokey Robinson, Marvin Gaye, and The Temptations.

As I go about I see a lot of "coffin" men. They have room for themselves and nobody else.

Appearance is something absolute, but reality is not that way - everything is interdependent, not absolute.

Let me not fuss and fret at my incompetence but be still and know that Thou art God.

I think we will work our way towards a position that says that having more than two children is irresponsible.

Learning to spot narcissists and deal with their destructive behavior can save you the world of hurt that awaits anyone who mistakes the near enemy for a friend.

The main jobs would be The New Yorker, The Village Voice, The Washington Post and - I'm thinking of The Reporter when Max Askeli was there, but I got fired from The Reporter.

Neymar is massively overrated.