Is there anything better than having a moment of complete self-abandonment, as if possessed?
Women are narcissists, in love with the charms of their own sex.
You can tell whatever you want about consumerism, but it’s almost religious what sexy shoes do for a woman’s self-esteem.
I might say from time to time that I don’t like being lonely but it’s a lie. I’m a loner.
I pity anyone who’s alone tonight.
Sometimes I wonder if myopia is a way to avoid reality.
There is nothing that can’t be changed. So never despair, keep pushing for what you believe in.
There’s nothing grownup about jammies.
Look. No, really, take a look. It’s the only way to find out things you didn’t knew even existed.
High-heels are dead.
I wish I were where I really want to be.
I don’t miss being a kid because I have never stopped being the little princess I am.
What makes me most envious is not related to something physical but to knowledge.
No woman wearing a dress and high heels can feel depressed.
I have discovered that my most sexual part is closely related to my most childish part.
I like having what most people don’t.
I’ll tell you a secret: I know I could be doing more than this. It’s just I’m afraid it won’t be as wonderful as I imagine it.
Love comes in many forms. Sometimes in a fuzzy way.
When weird stuff/people becomes familiar we begin to get attached to it.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t regret being too busy to stop and admire life.