My goal was not to have huge luxuries. As a child, I wanted a house with a garden, which I have today. This is what I dreamed of. I’d never worry about age if I knew I could go on being loved and having the possibility to love... So it isn’t age or even death that one fears, as much as loneliness and the lack of affection.

I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

It always boils down to the same thing - not only receiving love, but desperately needing to give it.

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Thursday? Oh no, it can't be! It's too gruesome.

Living is like tearing through a museum.