Book: Mantissa

- But both of us were so good together! While you...
- I can't be good when I have no status. When I have no idea what I really should be. When I know that all may end at any time.

And you always possessed a remarkable inability to Express yourself. It's so attractive - much more interesting than to have the ability to use words. I think you underestimate yourself terribly. People who know what they want to say and who can say it, a dozen for a penny. The failure to find the key to that and another - a truly priceless gift. You're almost unique, one of a kind.

So wonderful to finally find someone who understands.

On both sides of her - the ranks of individuals, but there's nothing like a Cup with a culture of bacteria dripped antiseptic. No one's opinion is not hypnotized by what is happening as it is. Her eyes watching the two with such intensity, that even sparkle. Only once she drops her gaze to survey the ominous lightning glance the ranks of the silent individuals left, right and in front of its face. So could, appreciating the look on the visitors of their establishments greedy theatre Director or the Madam - the Madam.

A minute in the room, there was a tense silence; then the door makes a squeaking sound not be transferred via alphabet - Greek or English, does not matter: something like "urrghh" or "arghh", at the same time very deep and high-pitched; it may seem that someone slowly cut the throat or if someone burns the soul; that someone's patience beyond all patience, pain beyond pain. Hear the sound close, but at the same time, if it comes from the farthest depths of the Universe, to wrest from the beyond and at the same time the deepest inner essence of the animate beings, from the very essence of his suffering.

At least you did something for me. I was able to realize that evolution is absolutely crazy, and so was she not in the best form, when he led women in the evolutionary process.
- And pulled you from the womb of one of them.
- Why do you always take it out on us, arranging in retaliation, low and vicious tricks.
While white-winged and innocent, nice their rejection of the violence of men, neither sleep nor the spirit for any of this and had no idea!
- While you have not trained.
- Don't be silent. Go on, undeterred. You dense rows are your supporters with diagnosed and certified male paranoia.

All you do is dictate. I have as much right to its own expression, like a typewriter.

Listen my love, as for the body, here you have everything in order. But with intelligence... you have It podustal years or so at three hundred.

The only success you line was the one where the doctor says that you need to make a Scarecrow and put in a Museum.

You think I do men do not understand. Have to tell you that my very first lover... Yes, he had the nail of my little toe had more sexuality than you have throughout your body boring! Or it would be if he was at the foot of the little finger. He wouldn't be calm looking at breast Miss Greece-one thousand nine hundred and eighty-two! <...> One thousand nine hundred and eighty - second before the new era, of course.

I didn't have anything against casual cursory glance. This is another of your flaws. You never leave nothing to the imagination.

I sometimes think it would be much better for both of us if we were completely different people.

Tenderness in you - as in that fucking cactus.