Book: Remembering my sad whores

I look back now and see a line of thousands of men who passed through my bed, and I would give my soul for one, even the most seedy one, to stay with me.

I'm getting old, I said. We are already old, she sighed. You just don’t feel it from the inside, but those who look at you from the outside see it.

Glory is a thick lady that is not sleeping with you, but when I Wake up, she stands by the bed and watching.

A woman never forgives a man scorned her on the wedding night.

The only virgin left in the world are you born in August under the sign.

I always thought that the expression to die of love - no more than poetic license. That evening, returning home without the cat and without her, I was convinced that not only may die, but that I, older and no one dies for love.
And I realized that the truth is something else: anything in the world I wouldn't trade the enjoyment of my suffering.

Finally came a true life and my heart is saved, it will die only from the great love in happy agony one day, after I will live a hundred years.

Impossible in the end not be what you believe others.

It seemed to me that one of the charms of old age are the provocations that allow a young friend, considering that you're already out of the game.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

Love too late taught me that a man gives himself up, getting dressed and putting on perfume perfume for someone, but I have never had for anyone.

I found that discipline - is not a virtue of mine, but just a reaction to his own recklessness; that I look rich to hide their pettiness that are expected to be very careful because the melting zamysla that umirotvorenie I'm not by nature, but fearing to give vent to the suppressed impulses of rage, and that punctual, only to not know how little I value other people's time. Finally, I discovered that love is not a state of mind, but the sign of the Zodiac.

Alive remained only her clear, cruel eyes and I realized that essentially it has not changed.

As a child, I heard that when a person dies, the lice in terror onto the pillows, to the shame of the family. This so startled me that I gave to shave himself bald when he went to school, and the sparse vegetation that I have left I'm fierce in my soap. In other words, as I understand now, the feeling of shame I had formed better than the idea of death.