Marjane Satrapi Quotes

In retrospect, I can see that I had always known that it wouldn't between us. But after my pitiful love story in Vienna, I needed to believe in someone again...

Life is too short to be lived badly.

A razão da minha vergonha e da revolução é a mesma: a diferença entre as classes sociais.

I wanted to be justice, love and the wrath of God all in one

Certainly, they'd had to endure the war, but they had each other close by. They had never known the confusion of being a third-worlder, they had always a home!

The moment we can laugh together is the moment we understand each other. Once we understand each other, we cannot make war with one another.” - Marjane Satrapi

J'ai enfin compris pourquoi j'avais honte de m'asseoir dans la Cadillac de mon père! La raison de ma honte et de la révolution est la même: la différence de classe sociale. Mais j'y pense...on a une bonne à la maison!!

Bagaimanapun, selama ada minyak di Timur Tengah kita takkan pernah damai.

Oh my!! How you've grown. Soon you'll be catching the Lord's balls.

My natural optimism just leads me to be skeptical.

"Don't let it get to you, mom! The Western media also fights against us. That's where our reputation as fundamentalists and terrorists comes from."
"You're right. Between one's fanaticism and the other's disdain, it's hard to know which side to choose. Personally, I hate Saddam and I have no sympathy for the Kuwaitism but I hate just as much the cynicism of the allies who call themselves "liberators" while they're there for the oil."
"Exactly. Just look at Afghanistan! They fought there for ten years. There were 900,000 dead and today the country is still in chaos. No one lifted a finger! Because Afghanistan is poor! The worst is that the intervention in Kuwait is done in the name of the human rights! Which rights? Which humans?"
At the time, this kind of analysis wasn't commonplace. After our own war, we were happy that Iraq got itself attacked and delighted that it wasn't happening in our country. We were finally able to sleep peacefully without fear of missiles... We no longed needed to line up with our food ration coupon...the rest mattered little. And then, there wasn't any more opposition. The protesters had been executed. Or had fled the country any way possible. The regime had absolute power...and most people , in search of a cloud of happiness, had forgotten their political conscience.

To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart.

The harder I tried to assimilate, the more I had the feeling that I was distancing myself from my culture, betraying my parents and my origins, that I was playing a game by somebody else's rules.

To be the mistress of a married man is to have the better role. Do you realize? His dirty shirt, his disgusting underwear, his daily ironing, his bad breath, his hemorrhoid attacks, his fuss, not to mention his bad moods, and his tantrums. Well all that is for his wife.
When a married man comes to his mistress... he's always bleached and ironed, his teeth sparkle, his breath is like perfume, he's in a good mood, he's full of conversation, he is there to have a good time with you.

Si certains lieux publics avaient survécu aux répressions du régime, soit c'était pour nous laisser un espace de liberté, soit c'était de l'ignorance.