We Have Been Poisoned By Fairy Tales.

I Hate Men Who Are Afraid Of Women's Strength.

Big Business And Politics Are Twins, They Are The Monsters Who Kill Everything, Corrupt Everything.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

I, With A Deeper Instinct, Choose A Man Who Compels My Strength, Who Makes Enormous Demands On Me, Who Does Not Doubt My Courage Or My Toughness, Who Does Not Believe Me Naive Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.