Don't Allow Anyone To Steal Your Joy.

After All, What Is Happiness? Love, They Tell Me. But Love Doesn't Bring And Never Has Brought Happiness. On The Contrary, It's A Constant State Of Anxiety, A Battlefield; It's Sleepless Nights, Asking Ourselves All The Time If We're Doing The Right Thing. Real Love Is Composed Of Ecstasy And Agony.

I'm Modern Because I Make The Difficult Seem Easy, And So I Can Communicate With The Whole World.

I Need To Write About Love. I Need To Think And Think And Write About Love-otherwise, My Soul Won’t Survive.

We Are Entering A New World In Which We Can Choose To Follow Our Own Steps, Not Those That Society Forces Us To Take.

Don’t Allow Your Wounds To Transform You Into Someone You Are Not.