Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.

My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.

I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.

I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.

You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.

Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.

I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.

I thank you for your kind invitation to introduce me to the president of the Republic. Since I have not been out of my atelier for two months, I have no appropriate costume for this circumstance. Please excuse me.

It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and that, when I show myself with my plasters, even the Emperor of the Sahara would flee.

I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.

I would have preferred to be successful here with a piece that cost me a huge amount of money and effort... rather than sending to Bohemia some ordinary works.

You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to me even once and you never came back to see me? Do you think that it is fun for me to spend months, even years, without any news, without any hope!

I took all my wax studies and threw them in the fire... that's the way it is when something unpleasant happens to me. I take my hammer and I squash a figure.

You see that it is not at all like Rodin... I share these only with you, don't show them.

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!

Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

Yes, I am Algerian of Moroccan origin through my parents, but all my life is Algeria. I was born there.

My parents were amazing people who had no business being together - and they knew it.

We're parents first, and once you have kids, everybody knows that you have priority lists. Number one is your family and everything else just kind of finds its place.

The education of my brother and myself was of paramount importance to my parents, and in addition to their strong encouragement, they were prepared to make any sacrifice to further our intellectual development.

I belong to a specific category of writers, those who speak and write in a language different from that of their parents.

My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.

The young always have the same problem - how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their parents and copying one another.

It's up to each person's parents whether they think it's too frightening or too violent, how much their kids can handle, what they want to teach them, what they want to show them.

I'd hope to reach any kid who feels apart from the group - those who seem to be outsiders, who feel different. Kids who want to reach their parents often don't know how to do so.

That other saying, I'm a part of all that I have met, I think that would have to begin with my wonderful parents back in Atlanta when I was a youngster five years old I was tongue tied.

I have parents come up to me and say, 'I don't know who you are, but my kid wants his picture taken with you.'

Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go.

Parents should watch what their children watch and not use TV as a babysitter. If a show is objectionable they should turn it OFF. They should write the president of the network and tell him they are never going to watch that program again and why.

I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.

I'm doing naughty things, I'm drinking too much, I'm going to clubs. It really didn't matter to me, other than the fact that some parents wouldn't let their kids hang out with me.

Parents were invented to make children happy by giving them something to ignore.

My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago, where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.

Parents know how to push your buttons because, hey, they sewed them on.

I always wanted to make sure my parents didn't have to work again for the rest of their lives.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

Growing up, mostly in Montreal, I was an only child of loving parents.

At a moderate calculation, among a million of persons inhabiting the metropolis, there are, at least, twenty-five thousand children who attend these schools, and cost their parents as many pounds sterling, per annum.