Book: Boredom

... if the world were arranged in the image and likeness of Cecilia, he would have been quite different from the one in which we live: that would be a world where everything is mixed and piled in a heap; the world of the formless, random and surreal; a world in which all women would belong to all men, and there would be a woman, which would be only one man.

What could be the reason when you fall in love? Fall in love, and everything.

Always, at any time and in any situation, ready to surrender physically, Cecilia, as soon as it came to her, turned into a mollusk, which compresses the fold of your shell the better, the more we decompress.

The jealous man suffers from an exaggerated sense of possessiveness, he was all the time imagining that someone wants to steal his beloved; suspicion, assumes the character of mania, raises his wildest fantasies and can bring it even before the crime. I, on the other hand, suffered just because he loved Cecilia (without a doubt, now it was love), and if I wanted through surveillance to make sure that she was cheating on me, not in order to punish her and to prevent her from cheating on me further, and in order to get rid of his love. Jealous, though not realizing in this report, in essence, seeks to consolidate the status of slavery, which is, I just wanted to get rid of slavery, and believed that to achieve this goal can only be the case if I will be able to deprive Cecilia aura of independence and secrecy; to make sure of her betrayal, I had to see all her vulgarity, pettiness, mediocrity.

Love has no reasons, it is true, a man loves, and all; but every love is somehow painted. You love, and you're sad, or funny, or disturbing, you can be trusting, and can be jealous - in short, for love there's always something else.

People are divided into two broad categories: those who in the face of insurmountable difficulties experiencing the desire to kill and those who, by contrast, feel the desire to commit suicide.