A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.

— Simona Panova

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself. But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

— Simona Panova

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

— Simona Panova

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

— Simona Panova

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

— Simona Panova

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

— Simona Panova

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

— Simona Panova

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

— Simona Panova

Gray. The overcast skies had the color of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that color was everywhere around me. Gray...

— Simona Panova

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

— Simona Panova