Book: Factotum

I always started work with a feeling of imminent dismissal, which is where those relaxed manners came from, which many mistakenly took for intelligence or some kind of inner hidden power.

I remember well how dad came home in the evenings and talked about work. Every day. The conversation about work began at the door, continued over dinner, and ended in the parents’ bedroom when dad shouted: “Let’s turn off the lights!” - exactly at eight in the evening, because he needed to get enough sleep and gain strength to go to work the next day. A lot of work. Nothing but work.

In all likelihood, people are cheaper to operate than machines. And people - they don't break down like cars.

“I throw them all at once,” he said. - It turns out very funny. Some make you depressed, others, on the contrary, make you happy. And I'm waiting to see whose will take it. Such is the internal struggle.

Are they, these people, that much smarter than me? The only difference between us is money and the desire to save it.

There was really nothing to do except drink wine and make love.

Women are magical creatures. Amazing, supernatural!

I couldn't afford to live with my parents.

- Did anyone ever tell you you're funny?
- No.
- In General, it is understandable.

All the other men... they're only ten percent or twenty-five, and you are fully and entirely, all without a trace. And it's not like how it is with others.

Now I get it: the greatest lovers are the people who have a lot of free time. I slept more and better when I was without a penny in his pocket, but as soon as I began to do something, all the passion is gone.

Love comes in many forms. My love is thinning.

- I need to wash blinds.
- To wash the blinds, it never hurts.
- What are you doing?
Nothing. Drink.
So, what about blinds?
- Five bucks.
- I agree.

- I live in a room at the end of the corridor. My name is Martha. You're listening to music and I hear everything. Very good music. I thought I should give you.