Book: The sensuality of being

Married women are the purgatory of the human race, and a courtesan - a Paradise or, at least, steps in this Paradise.

We are the victims of those feelings that others have for us.

They resembled passengers in quarantine in the epidemic of bad luck.

You should never return to the places where you were once happy.

"We all look alike, all fled as the walls of the castle, pride from the fact that we live in the world. And we have only two choices: to accept without a murmur incomprehensible inevitable or prolong the moment of happiness over the line untested. Socratic or doom, or Christian hope. You have to choose one of two dirty tricks!.. If a person does not want to give up, he finds himself isolated from other world and going crazy..."
- Do you believe in God? - suddenly he asked.
And was hoping to wait as relief, her "Yes" to confirm that belief borders on insanity.
- How can I believe in him? After all, he is killing me! - she replied. - What is this God who is said to have created me in his image, and eternity is in store for yourself? If he exists, he ain't my friend.

Hell and heaven indistinguishable in appearance. Hell, when you wander in Paradise, and feel miserable.