Author of quotes: Diana

When you are in love, you have no face and you survive because you are very naked, vulnerable, but you are really real. No reservation.

I'm coming back.

And don't expect a greater miracle ...

I'm coming back.

I'm coming back.

Probably, like many in my youth, I was in a naive and ridiculous illusion that I was the best. And that life is such a cool thing, and everything about it is simple and wonderful. You know what kind of withdrawal I started, in the literal sense of the word, when I regained my sight. It turned out that all my supermenity is a far-fetched thing. I had to prove that I am worth something in this life.

You are 15 years old - the most, so to speak, the heyday of puberty. You're covered in pimples. In the morning you go out to the kitchen to drink tea in front of the school, and in your soul the cats are scratching, and the mood ... is so angry that you don't want to see anyone, including yourself. And it was at this moment that the tyaty says: "So, now she got up, left, spat out the lemon from her cheek, with which you came here, and then you can come back." You know, it was very sobering. The meaning of the message was clear - appear in public with a human face. If you can't, you better stay in your room. You cannot carry your problems ahead of you, like a banner of victory. In general, in terms of normal moral guidelines, I was very lucky with my parents.

I look at the lawlessness that is happening now in our country, and I understand that today more than ever it is necessary to cherish people, protect them, not humiliate them, lowering wages; no matter what, record albums in the best studios and not be afraid of anything! Move on!
And also - do not be cowardly and do not lie to yourself. At one time I was unbearably hard with myself. I tried to be simpler. I saw that there are people who live a completely lightweight, incomprehensible life for me, and at some point I thought: maybe they are right? Maybe I should live like that? I'm an example of this caftan. But it turned out to be a lie. People flutter from one party to another, and nothing happens. And I thought, of course, I'm not judging them, but that's not mine. And "fell out" of such acquaintances. It got boring. It seems to me that these people are unfortunate hostages to their emptiness.

There is a stereotype that in the rock environment everyone is on the needle. For me, all dope, with the exception of love, has no meaning: no vodka, no drugs, no cigarettes. Too much honor.

Since everyone in our family was “sick” of reading, as a child I re-read all the classics. And literate speech, fortunately or not fortunately, was a kind of criterion for assessing a person. If on my way I met a person who made mistakes in words, he ceased to exist for me. I just didn't notice him. Over time, I realized how wrong I was. You can write with mistakes, but still be a good person. And you can write perfectly and be a scoundrel.

You will not learn in music school, still going to walk in it! And finish it! Like me! I thrice took away from music school. Well, look, I stood and smoked instead of solfege...

I remember. We played there. Very cool, I took a walk after a concert in Gorky Park. I was just on the next morning woke up under a tree on Tverskaya.

To read is as natural as breathing.

My heart aches for all the books
I will not read.