Book: Theatre. Page 2

Only a woman knows what another woman is capable of.

People don't need a reason to do what they want. They need an excuse.

Terrible there are only actors, not roles.

For you there is no difference between truth and fiction. You always play. This habit is your second nature. You play when you receive guests. You play in front of the servants, before the father, before me. You don't exist. You're only the innumerable roles that you played. I often ask myself: were you ever itself or from the start served only as a means of bringing to life those characters that you portrayed.

Well, one thing is certain: I may have no "sex epila", but who saw I copy Lydia Maine, found his and then hers.

Nothing can be done, people are rarely satisfied with what they have, give them all new so new, and so on without end.

When you start to think about the past, then you have no future.

A woman attracts men by playing on your charm, and keeps them around, playing on their vices.

When you walk into an empty room, sometimes I want to suddenly open the door there, but I never decided on it - I am afraid that nobody will find.

What is love compared to a steak?

How wonderful to feel that your heart belongs you, it instills a belief in yourself.

Love is pain and anguish, shame, ecstasy, heaven and hell, the feeling that you live a hundred times harder than usual, and unspeakable anguish, freedom and slavery, peace and anxiety.