It Is Bitter To Think Of One's

I Live Like A Monk: With One Toothbrush, One Cake Of Soap, And A Pot Of Cream.

I Don’t Like To Talk To People, Because I Can’t Express Myself Satisfactorily. I Don’t Say The Things I Mean.

Anyone Who Has A Continuous Smile On His Face Conceals A Toughness That Is Almost Frightening.

It Is Bitter To Think Of One's Best Years Disappearing In This Unpolished Country.

I've Always Wanted Two Lives - One For The Movies, One For Myself.