Book: Arch

I am already over forty, I learned and relearned a lot, fell under blows and rose again. I am wiser with experience and knowledge filtered through many years, I have become more hardened, more skeptical, more unflappable ... I did not want love and did not believe in it, I did not think that it would come again ... But it came, and all my experience was useless, and knowledge only hurts. And what burns on the fire of feelings better than dry cynicism - is this fuel prepared in the fateful difficult years?

After all, there is nothing left but love. Was that why he was trying to run away from her? And did she not rush after him, overtake him, and cast him down on his face? On the shaky soil of a foreign land, it is much more difficult to get on your feet than on your native land.

Money, what people don't do for the sake of money.

All of them are made of clay and gold. From lies and shocks. Of swindle and shameless truth.

If the inevitable is stronger than you, submit to it.

He knew he would be lost if he spent the night with her. It's like signing a bill of exchange with nothing to cover it. She will come to him again and again, play on what she has already achieved, each time demanding new concessions, yielding nothing on her part, until he is completely in her power.

How beautiful a woman can be even in meanness.

Someone is experimenting on us, but, apparently, the final results have not yet been achieved. No need to complain. Experimental animals should also have professional pride.

- A lot of people die without gaining their minds.

A very long time ago he had bought several volumes of world history, and now he sought them out. Reading did not bring him much joy. Moreover, he was seized with a feeling of some oppressive satisfaction at the thought that everything that is happening now is by no means new. All this has already happened many times.

Lucien, smart as all one-year-old babies, very soon became a real family tyrant.

If you know how to wake up quickly, then you are more likely to be saved.

Joy! She calls it joy! People are driven by many black propellers, their breath is taken away, from again and again a whirlwind of desire is drawn in ... What joy is there? Joy is there, outside the window, morning dew, ten minutes of silence, while the day has not yet released its claws.

The dark world of love, the power of the imagination - how quickly you can make your own amendments here! And people do it.