If it's possible to do something, sooner or later someone's going to do it.

Drinking beer in a children's playground is an old Soviet tradition.

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.

That's the way it goes sometimes: in order to help your friends, first you have to help your enemy. Better get used to it.

Life consists of nothing but exceptions.

What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn't give love a chance?

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