I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.

I don't understand why people aren't a little more generous with each other.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world. Not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

I let them think what they want. If they just care enough to bother with what I do then, I'm already better than them anyway.

the octopus's secret wish is not to be a formal fish he dreams that some time he may grow another set of legs or so and be a broadway music show

Si pequena es la patria, uno grande la suena.

Some men enjoy the constant strife Of days with work and worry rife, But that is not my dream of life: I think such men are crazy. For me, a life with worries …