His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Carded would remain faceless. Anonymous.

— Simona Panova

I am always in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

— Simona Panova

I can be anything – and nothing, and everything at the same time. It all depends on the role I am in.

— Simona Panova

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

— Simona Panova

I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

— Simona Panova

Insane love. Loving insanity. Insanity and love...

— Simona Panova

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead. And buried.

— Simona Panova

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

— Simona Panova

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colors. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

— Simona Panova

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

— Simona Panova