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.

But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.

Sometimes, we need to be strangers to ourselves. Then the hidden light in our soul will illuminate what we need to see.

The Lord heareth the prayers of those who ask to put aside hatred. But he is deaf to those who would flee from love.

A schizophrenic is a person who already has a natural tendency to absent himself from this world.

Love simply is. That is the testament of Athena or Sherine or Hagia Sofia - love is. No definitions. Love and don't ask too many questions. Just love.

The biggest mistake of the man is that he thinks he doesn't deserve the good and the bad things from his life.