Book: A woman in makeup

The loneliness was gone, and in its place came the awareness of the futility of his own life, lack of vitality, ability to resist, realism of estimates, a surge of frenzied, childlike desires to be loved, and it all suddenly seemed too difficult, too serious.

They really laughed at the same things, they are so different, if we talk about their education, their manner of life; and this childish laughter <...> is the best password for the Union between a man and a woman than all of these erotico-sentimental-psychological Association, whatever they are extolled in the press.

I love men who know how to please.

This music is fondled and tormented. She reminded everyone of the fragility of its existence, about its need for tenderness, colored with bitterness - the result of mistakes and frustration that make up human life.

... she loved the fact that he considered himself strong and able to protect her, and what he really could do it if necessary.

... he could not stand the loneliness in the physical sense of the word, while childhood has doomed himself to loneliness moral and reconciled with him.

... being unable to share such a strange spree, was always ready to share grief.

I love you more than you can withstand without getting bored, that's all!

Is it a property of love, he asked himself. It is the desire to tell the other about everything that happened; this certainty that all that happened to you, for another interesting and exciting?

Just there are moments when I donít care I mistaken or not, that's all.

I'm on the road to disorder, mental disorder, boredom.

... pretence is one of the most difficult acts with apparent ease. Carelessness, by definition, requires the ability to forget, and to force myself to forget itself requires effort paradoxically painful.