The years go so fast. I mean, I just realized that at the end of the year I will be twenty-two, and I just turned twenty-one.

Actors, after all, dream.

I love men who make me laugh.

I wish I played an instrument, but I could never decide which one, and I ended up playing nothing.

It should be only a part of my life, but it isn't. I have only one thing: my work.

Not that I want everything right now; but I do want everything.

I want to feel good, I want to feel proud, I want to feel that I give someone enough and that I get enough.