Book: Tales on ecstasy

The evening, like life itself, is possible only under the condition that all the bad started.

The world is very close, and all around, wherever you look, midnight.

To go is a word too often remains just a word. No more dream words, they need to survive.

If someone decided that I should collect orgasms on this day, I'll be the last, who can resist.

Men are always between the former and the future, because their present is not. It is better to warp from nostalgia to hope, from loss to the dream. We are forever sandwiched between two missing ladies.

Came from nothing to arrive at nowhere.

Best of all, if at first She doesn't like it. How blessed suffering at the thought that, perhaps, the other put his head in the hollow of Her shoulder. Faded in Paris you'll be happy to stare at passers-by, exhaling clouds of sadness. If you're lucky, this yearning will make you shy and you will no longer hesitate in the choice between It and foolishness, your new dilemma will be: She or suicide.

No need to live in the moment. And we do not care what will happen tomorrow, the main thing was worse.

We have to live to eight hundred per hour, and then die, so much so that brains are on the hood, like semen. When you're living on eight hundred per hour, no time to listen to the end of the main hit of the summer. Become a meteor: an everlasting and insatiable, that nobody can catch and use.

More fun to be crushed from the inside than the outside.

Every day we all suffer more and spoiling each other. We shed tears for many years. But she, like I, knows that nothing can be changed.
Our most beautiful proof of love is eternal separation.

I wanted her torment did not cease until the end of days, second is evidence of her abiding love to the last breath.
So I dumped her.

Nobody wanted to grow old with me (even me!). I've never been in love and never delivered allowances. Love is too expensive, I don't have enough money.

You suddenly understand that life is a very simple thing: we are born, we meet interesting people, love them, talking with them, sometimes they sleep. There is no death: this is awesome news.