I am 30, but there are things about me that are still 15.

Fashion may not be a weapon of the woman but at least it gives her the ammunition.

Unfortunately, I am not like a snail or a turtle, and I can't take my houses with me when I move.

I would like, before I die, to see the changes I've always fought for being made. If not, my life will have been worth nothing.

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.

Men are beasts and even beasts don't behave as they do.

Women get more unhappy the more they try to liberate themselves.