“You’re a song written by the hands of God.”

A good fragrance should have a certain personality that makes people identify the scent with you.

I’ve written many love songs for Gerard. But it’s never enough. I feel that he deserves a million love songs written for him.

I have no idea where I want to go musically, but I’m fine that way. I don’t need to be faithful to any concept, you know.

I think, that if you can prove the existence of God, it can only be proven through love.

Life is a soccer field, don’t you think?

I know that youngsters want to find something in common with each other and feel closer to each other ideologically through bridges such as the Internet.

I feel like I’m not on Earth just to shake it and shake it endlessly, you know?

When I finally did see him, he was even cuter than I imagined!

For a while, I could only wear sweat pants because I was that intermediate size that you’re not a small, you’re not a large.

You feel that there is an avalanche coming when you meet the right person.

It’s incredibly liberating to spend an hour talking to someone and not caring about what you sound like. It’s about understanding myself. Sometimes I’ll speak to my therapist for an hour a day. It’s become part of my routine.

Videos come definitely after the music has been created, but I have always felt, and especially today, that videos are vital in the album process. I think that we live in a very visual era, and if you make a mistake with a video, those images will accompany the song forever.

I was a real mummy’s girl – still am. And as for my father, well, I have an Oedipus complex I’m still working out. I love that man!

I never made it to the school choir because the music teacher didn’t like my voice.

Education is the only way forward in Latin America and developing countries in general.

I’d love to go to that World Cup – I’m not sure in what capacity, but I’ll definitely be there. I know that nobody wants to miss it, least of all me.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

To be free, the workers must have choice. To have choice they must retain in their own hands the right to determine under what conditions they will work.

And remember, where you have a concentration of power in a few hands, all too frequently men with the mentality of gangsters get control. History has proven that.

Hope is a contraband passed from hand to hand and story to story.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;

Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands and an infinite scorn in our hearts.

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

My legs are falling asleep, i blurted. It wasnt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patchs hands closed on my hips.