Author of quotes: Alberto Moravia

Joke - the weapon of unarmed.

The percentage of literate and illiterate remains constant, only now are illiterate and unable to read.

Love is a game, marriage is work.

Don't you know, Michele, that for people of their kind so much more than all there ideas?.. Take, for example, Patera. If you tell him in confession that you stole, he will give you penance, tells him to read a few prayers to Saint Giuseppe, and then give you absolution. But if you go to his house and steal it while one silver spoon, he will raise a cry, call the police and send you to jail.

The war for all the big test: to see people, to see them during the war, not in times of peace - not when there are laws, respect for others, and godliness, and then, when we have nothing and everyone shows their inclinations, nothing holding him back and he is nowhere nourishes respect.

I often thought that a person should go like human beings and not as animals; you treat people like human beings- this means to give him the chance that he was clean, lived in a clean house, treat him with sympathy and respect, but most importantly to instill in him hope for the future. If the person does not appeal, then he turns into an animal: a man after all, maybe even become an animal, so if others wanted to, he was an animal, not a man, and then it is in vain to require it of human behavior.

Ignorance was the cause of all ills, both ours and other people because crime is only one of the types of ignorance; a man who knows can't hurt.

But I was suffering. And gradually from this suffering grew a fantastic idea, and it struck me that it had not occurred to me before: maybe the only way to get rid of Cecilia, that is to make sure that it bored me, was to marry her. Cecilia, the mistress could not be boring, but I was almost certain that it bored me as soon as you become a wife. The thought of marriage became more and more attractive, opening before me the prospect, quite similar to the one that usually lives in the imagination of men who intend to marry: he flatters himself with the thought of eternal love, on the contrary, I entertaining the idea of that so I can finally end my love. I'd imagine, being married, Cecilia will become the most common wife Horny homemade and secular duties, and finding them full satisfaction, will finally lose its mystery, so to say calm down.

... 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.

... you should never force a person to choose between the truth and a piece of bread.