Book: South of the North

Sometimes a man needs a woman - at least as a proof that he is able to gain her favor.

I remembered the story in the "racing form" about a thoroughbred stallion, which could not pair with the Mare. He sought out the most beautiful mares, and every time the stallion in front of them gave in. Then the Doc understood. He hit a beautiful dirt Mare and the stallion vividly it climbed. The thing is that the stud was shy in front of beauty, and when it was smeared, stained with dirt, he realized that he is not worse or even better. Men sometimes talk almost like horses.

Love is stronger than hate, love than hate.

- People who can't write a story about love, good-for-nothing.
- How many have you written?
- I don't consider myself a writer.

I once took a wrong turn. One night I died.

You need solitude. You need to be alone. And when you want something or when we fight, you rush to the phone. Say that you need me. They say that dying from a hangover. Not for long as you have enough.

I feel like my whole body is enveloped in pain. It's like a second skin. I would be able to drop this skin, like a snake.

To psychotherapists I'm not speaking. Psychotherapists worthless and conceited. But the good doctor often feels disgusted and (or) suffers from madness, and so much more interesting.

But yelling about breaking the law we could not, after all, when you have no money, the law no longer applies.

There's so much we didn't want to, but not received.
(They are not expecting a lot and many do not receive.)

So, I am a man, obsessed with problems, and I believe that most of them I made myself.

Anyone will tell you that I am not very decent. Yes I do not know. I have always admired the villains, the outcasts, the sons of bitches. I don't like clean-shaven boys with ties and decent work. I like nut jobs, people with broken teeth, brain fog, and bad habits. They are interesting to me. They are always ready for the unexpected and strong feelings. I also like vile women, drunk, foul-mouthed bitch with my stockings, and roughly daubed faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can easily communicate with strangers, because I'm just a tramp. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to act in accordance with public principles.

The less believe in life, the less you lose. I almost had nothing to lose...

Between people there will be too many differences, and that begins with love too often ends in hostility.