Book: Love and other dissonances

Maybe it is impossible to give a woman your all? Maybe men who have no secrets, cease to cause women interest? And only a soulless scoundrels reckless love women angels, and throw them for the sake of the angels-men...

She thought about how fragile is happiness. Someone sends you great love, and then suddenly takes it away extravagantly and mercilessly. And people live on, without love, and remain "strong" family unit of society.

Love can neither induce nor develop nor convincing. It occurs by the will of fate, and not by the will of the mind...

Live life to the fullest. She flies fast, and every year more and more rapidly. We have only the present. First, we imagine a future, but in the end only a long past.

Men's world of creativity and ambition... a woman can be just an extra addition to the strong male sex.

Again floating lights in the Moscow streets, bright and indifferent.

Every night, you know that in five, four, three hours will be able to get up and start to live again.

If someone can't satisfy his woman, others do...

Items are generally heard by fate. One adds all our life. Even in love, everything can be destroyed overnight small detail.

... and I was afraid to go back, I was horrified by the thought of waking up in the morning and the whole day will be forced to do anything, and at night from the hidden corners back out into demons, and I'll beat my head against the lid of the piano, which constantly reminds me of my impotence.

For me, it has long been the most important criterion proizvideniya of art: if it makes me cry - I don't need to. And if not - then, by and large, it does not exist for me.

... Try to love me any - ugly, loud and crying what I get when wandering the dark recesses of memory where dumped haphazardly covered with a black cloth boxes bad thoughts and nasty behavior, roughly hewn, with sharp corners, and I stumble on them to break your head and toes and cursing through clenched teeth,... You think I'm good, but really different: evil, unfair, unhappy. It is easy to love beautiful, but if this? Find out what it's like to be dragged across the steps of the limp body and finding no support, when I cling to your hand, not to fall, then push you away and slide on the wall. Do you need me for this?...

... have from childhood, from school, or something, to teach any theory of loneliness to people, growing up, wasn't afraid of it...

The longing of loneliness certainly strengthens all diseases. I wonder if there is such a diagnosis: restlessness and lack of love?