I've always loved life. Those who love life can never adapt, undergo, be commanded. Who loves life is always with the rifle at the window to defend life ... A human being who adapts, who suffers, who makes himself commanded, is not a human being.
It is beautiful that, if it were ours, it would rejoice, but that remains so even if it belongs to someone else.
Spelling is not an artificial skin of verbal expression, it is a deep structure that is revealed in the spelled image.
Being one of the few women in the leadership team, I am often surrounded by men, but I have never found that to be uncomfortable.
Spelling is relevant knowledge.
In spite of the ruins and death, where every illusion has ended, the strength of my dreams is so strong, that exaltation is reborn from everything, and my hands are never empty.