The Only Girl in the World

Life is stronger than anything else, there is always a solution, and I will find it. I’m sure of that.

With every new reading, I’m gripped by the ending’s harsh lessons. ‘Don’t expect anything of him,’ it seems to be telling me. ‘Even if someday he realizes his own folly, he is dangerous and beyond redemption. Get out!

My true treasure is your presence, it is the rays of intelligence that you have poured into my heart.

The only sustenance that matters is the love in my dog’s eyes and the hope of meeting people who dare to truly live.

Great minds defend values—like justice in the case of Victor Hugo, and equality for Emile Zola.

the fight is about believing the unbelievable’, and who also believes that ‘life flows through everything’.

Playing chess with my father is torture. I have to sit very upright on the edge of my chair and respect the rules of impassivity while I consider my next move. I can feel myself dissolving under his stare. When I move a pawn he asks sarcastically, 'Have you really thought about what you're doing?' I panic and want to move the pawn back. He doesn't allow it: 'You've touched the piece, now you have to follow through. Think before you act. Think.

Night after night I inflict abuse on myself, even drawing blood. It's strangely calming. I know the pain will stop whenever I want. I was the one who decided when it should start; I will be the one to decide when it stops. However much it hurts, I draw some comfort from the idea that I'm in control.

I no longer have any fear of pain because I'm the one inflicting it and can decide when it stops.

I can't stand it any longer. If only I could will myself dead.

That is indeed the best way to dumb down the masses: make them do the same thing over and over; let them have their fireworks every Bastille Day and let them gorge themselves every New Year's Eve. When the body repeats the same action, the mind adopts it and keeps the repetition going day and night, stopping all thought processes.

I can't take it anymore, I can't put up with this suffering I neither understand nor know when it will end.

Besides, before contemplating starting a new life, you need to make something of this one.

I'm too heartbroken to shed tears.

I couldn't care less about good marks. I want to learn.

Luckily, I have music and books to calm the pandemonium in my head.

don’t have a lover but I’m in love with life,

Music comes to life inside me. It's no longer just a succession of notes.

If I make a mistake, she raps me over the fingers with her ruler. But she never hurts my spirit, she only hits me to correct my mistake.

Dostoyevsky shows me that life is even more terrible than my parents have told me, full of violence, humiliation, revenge, betrayal…But still so worth living! Far from fearing life, being suspicious of it or erecting walls against it, his characters cherish it, dive headlong into it, and drown in it if need be. ‘Everything is worth living,’ they seem to tell me. ‘Stop being afraid.

I'm not playing music to stay alive. I am alive. And I'm playing music for the pleasure of sharing the excitement with other musicians and other human beings.

But I want to be free, I want to fly away. If that means living outdoors, well, that's fine by me. If it means not having any food, so what? The only sustenance that matters is the love in my dog's eyes and the hope of meeting people who dare to truly live.

The world was not ready for their wisdom. Yet they achieved great things in the invisible universe and their impact would be understood later, in the fullness of time.

I have an increasingly powerful need for books, which throw a glimmer of light into my darkness.

Together we're strong and beautiful. If only for fleeting moments of love, everything else is worth putting up with.

And back up they would go, not knowing where or when they would be able to land again.

She preferred art so she chose to become a painter. I look at the painting and can't understand how she could 'choose'. We do things because we have to.