If age teaches you anything, then one of its lessons is certainly not to hurry if you're already late.

Evil has no need to bother with eliminating Good. It's far simpler to let Good fight against itself.

An introverted, bookish child, with a mass of complexes and her head full of crazy ideals and a childish faith in the beautiful prince who was searching for and would surely find her.

One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I wish you luck.

I am fat, lazy and kind.

That's the hardest thing of all--never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.