Nobody Is Worth Your Tears,

Desire Is Not What You See, But What You Imagine.

I Am Two Women: One Wants To Have All The Joy, Passion And Adventure That Life Can Give Me. The Other Wants To Be A Slave To Routine, To Family Life, To The Things That Can Be Planned And Achieved. I'm A Housewife And A Prostitute, Both Of Us Living In The Same Body And Doing Battle With Each Other.

Nothing In This World Happens By Chance

A Warrior Accepts Defeat. He Does Not Treat It As A Matter Of Indifference, Nor Does He Attempt To Transform It Into A Victory. The Pain Of Defeat Is Bitter To Him; He Suffers At Indifference And Becomes Desperate With Loneliness. After All This Has Passed, He Licks His Wounds And Begins Everything Anew. A Warrior Knows That War Is Made Of Many Battles: He Goes On

Sak, Pain, Love Are Limited Human Experiences. And Only Those Who Know Their Own Frontiers, Those Knows The Life, The Rest Is Just Passing Time.