Book: Diary Of A Hitman

... the proposal was a bit unexpected. What beasts are these women? <...> The hell can you just afford to guess, what would you do, think or feel in five minutes?

Man is created to be a woman as well as woman created to be with a man. This is part of the great plan of mother nature, and pretty damn bad when you stay on the sidelines.

My work truck is much more useful than any Ferrari. I have enough money and at Ferrari, but how many bodies to get, pray tell?

Hell, a little communication is all I need! Just want to have someone with whom you can lay next to at night, to hug, if you feel lonely, or to laugh together if happy. Am I asking too much?

Strange: all around know how to dress, the one I always look like a jerk.

That's why I don't go to discos and parties - I hate them, and that's it. No one wants to talk to me (that is, those who want to talk to me), dance I can't stand and drink in the company too. Stand in the corner, the noise and the heat, not knowing where to go when everything around is unclear what happy is definitely not for me.

I wasn't sure that she was my type. However, after a long hunger strike about the taste don't really care.

Guilt is a weapon in the struggle against the instinct of self-preservation and it is being imposed on society.

The hardest part is taking my own advice.

What sucks when you're alone.
The one who will tell you that it is not - lying. Old men in sweaters, perched at the bar and exchanging stories of past debauchery, remember a bachelor's years with tears of emotion - so they should. In fact, each of them wants to go to the light before my old lady to not have to cook, clean and all that jazz.
Sometimes, of course, is that young guys are starting to prove that "women are not worth it", they say, no one is better. But again this is a lie - but what else would you say if you once again had to crawl and grovel in front of some skirt, so she slammed the door and went to look for another?