Book: In the hour of battle remember me tomorrow...

... The farther past, the better we understand it, but full understanding will come only at the end.

What a torture it is to remember your name and know that tomorrow I won't see!

... Half an hour, an hour at the most - with a prostitute and less: with her not spending time with affection. With the woman more and more with a new woman or when it happens for the first time.

Their house is a common area, there is no need to date, do not have to sit down to talk or tell you something, you can do household chores and at the same time to talk: ask and answer.

Not twice to tell something exactly the same, neither the same tone nor the same words, and the narrator each time will be different, even if it is one and the same person.

Nothing bonds like failure, frustration, separation, and even rupture of the small scars that remain forever and remind you of what was not, but what could be.

Silence is not depressing, if one silent in the middle of something: for example, pulls out a bottle and glasses.