Book: The woman in the mirror

These women did nothing, they are not asking for anything, they just obey. No matter what happens, they're always the victim.

Speed freed her from her grief, drove her to the main point: to feel alive, intensely alive, because in two hundred on the counter death watching you from every gutter.

Our thought does not stop on what we see and what we say. We have secret corridors behind the walls, hidden closets, secret compartments, where we often hide our criticisms, ambitions, fears. All goes well until then, until the bulkhead will not crack, something will come out, won't spill. That's when you need to prepare for the worst.

He does not chide her for what she is sleeping around, he condemned it for a reason. He did not judge her for her immorality or lust, no, the number of its men was not important to him; he was interested in why so many of them were. About the ease with which Annie was given, he said, "Why not?" - but immediately added: "But why?"

Talent is when you have naturally what others have to learn. And I have an innate gift to be a woman.

Cynicism is the handrails, which cling in case of global cataclysm.

There are two feelings that human nature does not tolerate: gratitude and complicity. No long does not stand up.

If thousands of people adore all nonsense, that's no reason to change his mind.

... reached a series of visitors from the kind of background of Waldberg. As I predicted, they never took his eyes off my stomach. They were tormented by the question: if you're pregnant after our honeymoon. You do not need to be an outstanding obstetrician, so, looking at my side, come to a disappointing conclusion; and yet, because hope dies last, they said
- Well, Hanna, you arrived in Vienna with a small Vallberga?
- No, not yet. But believe me, my French there, in Italy, found out a method of making and eagerly working on it.

Feature of miracles is that they are rare; the repetition erases a sense of magic.

Surely the fate of woman to inspire lust, but to experience it yourself?

Femininity demands worship to himself, his face, figure, hair, appearance...

Remember, in Geneva, we saw the incredible army folding knives, where, in addition to the blades, there was another opener, screwdriver and awl? These knives are so well-liked. Well, there's Franz! This is not a man, and a Swiss army knife. He has a lot of advantages: it is representative, rich, intelligent, sensitive, generous, and courteous. In short, the party from which it is impossible to refuse.

You could say that I put to him the reproach that he's gorgeous, intelligent, sensitive, and the fact that I like him.
- Hannah, you are very beautiful, but it is my duty...
I didn't let him finish, rushed to him, pressed her lips to his.
About Gretchen that it was for a kiss! I had the impression that my body revealed that I was ready to devour this man, to dwell in me. <...> Calgary firmly grabbed me with his strong arms, I answered him a hug, we jumped on the sofa. Then he showed even more power, something I lost him to shout:
- Quiet!.. So let me, for God's sake!
And then I realized that he does not hold me in his arms and floundering that I took for wild passion, it was just his resistance. Suddenly I got a clear picture of what is happening: I raped a man.