Book: The rules of attraction

In those months he looked lost. I always thought that it will pass. But gradually I came to think that it will not pass never.

I never thought that I would die on Friday. On any given day, but not in a fucking Friday.

I hated these people. And yet I wanted to stay here with them <...> With all these people I never spoke outside of this room. But here I felt hatred towards them, which not even thought capable of. Blaring music on the street was a light snow, and the room was dark. Only the fireplace was burning and flickering lights on the Christmas tree in the corner. It was important this time. It was then that everything came together. It was here that I wanted to be.

We have reached the stage where just nothing to talk about.

There is nothing worse than being drunk. Be mistaken.

I look around the room. Things around bring me down. They seem to demonstrate my miserable existence: typewriter - ribbon no; easel, no canvas; a bookshelf without books.

This world is driving me crazy.

I existed in a sleepy prostration, but she was full of life and contentment.

What color are your eyes - the question, because the pictures I took, all black and white.

- I liked very much.
Tim is silent, but then asks:
- Then why didn't you pay?
He's not looking at me. Then I snickered.
- I liked but not so, I say, and sit in the car.

- I find myself thinking that talking to you when you're not. Just talking. I conduct interviews.
In fact - anything like that, but I just think that this is what I have to say, in addition, he is incomparably better than the Gerald.
I wish you rubbed me such a ***nu, ' he says. - That's disgusting. Confusing.

- Wow, what a coincidence, says Lauren. - In the morning I saw two dogs making love in front of my Dorm. It was very strange, but definitely poetic terms of erotic imagery.
In the end, to me is what to tell.
- Lauren, dogs don't make love, I say to her. They ***utsya.
Well, oral sex does not bother them just laughs Mona.
Dogs don't make love? asks me stump in amazement. - I would parastomal on it, if I were in your place.

My idea of hell is to be locked in a room far away from you, but to be able to see you and breathe you.

- Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Meek doesn't need to.