" Her flexuous and stealthy figure became an integral part of the scene. At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural process...

"I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destrucitveness."

"There are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” ― "Anna Karenina", Leo Tolstoy

"Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs... "