Book: Stiller

To kill a man or at least his soul can be in different ways, and this will not find no police in the world. It is enough one word of sincerity in due time. And not even a smile. Show me a man who cannot be destroyed smile or silence.

People are friends because it is not devoid of pleasures, and for everything else there is a psychiatrist, something like mechanics servicing garages inner life and feelings, in case if you find damage, a hole, which he patched up can't. Friends are not supposed to burden the sad stories, sad expression. And not worth it. Still a soul they will not find anything but the standard, non-committal optimism.

I'm not Stiller! Every day since then as they put me in this prison... I say and I swear that I'm not Stiller, and require whiskey, without which they refuse to give any testimony. Because without whiskey, as I have seen, I cease to be myself, can succumb to any "good influence" to play the role of pleasing them, although it doesn't have me the slightest bearing.