Spring Passes And One Remembers One's Innocence.

Unclog Your Mind. Unclog Your Room. Arrange Your Room In A Way You Wish Your Mind Would Be.

Even My Mother Told Me: 'you Are A Handsome Woman, But You're Not Pretty. Pretty Girls Don't Have Those Big Bones.'

Love Is What I Give To The One I Love.

Art Is An Effort To Make You Walk A Half An Inch Above Ground.

I Wonder Why Men Get Serious At All. They Have This Delicate, Long Thing Hanging Outside Their Bodies Which Goes Up And Down By Its Own Will. If I Were A Man I Would Always Be Laughing At Myself.