Book: Three comrades. Page 18
The only one who not once left alone, knows the happiness of meetings with the beloved. Everything else just weakens the tension and the mystery of love. And what can more sharply to break through the magical realm of loneliness, if not an explosion of the senses, of their devastating power, if not the elements, the storm, the night, the music?... And love...
And it is good that people are still many important things which bind them to life, to protect her. But loneliness is loneliness, without any illusions - it comes before madness or suicide.
Only unfortunate knows what happiness is. Lucky feels the joy of life no more than a mannequin: it only demonstrates that joy, but not Dana. The light does not Shine when light. He shines in the darkness. Cheers to the darkness! Who ever got caught in a thunderstorm, nothing to explain what electricity is. Damn storm! Blessed be the small amount of life that we have! And since we love her we don't have to put it at interest! Live recklessly! Drink up, lads! There are stars that have collapsed ten thousand light years ago, but they Shine to this day! Drink while you can! Long live misfortune! Long live the darkness!
Become melancholic when thinking about life, and a cynic - when you see that makes it most people.
You want to know how to be, if you did something wrong? Answer, babe: never apologize. Don't say anything. Send flowers. Without letters. Only the flowers. They cover all. Even the grave.
...never, never again you'll never be funny in the eyes of women if you do something for her. Let it be even the most stupid farce. Do what you want, wait on the head, carry it nonsense, brag like a peacock, sing under her window. Don't do only one thing - don't be on with her business, reasonable.
