Character: Clerve. Page 1

- I love you.
- Because I don't give you scenes?
- Nope. That would be terrible. I love you for tying me a very extraordinary scene.

- I'm not jealous. I don’t have time for that.

- For someone who has no name. It can be replaced at any time.

I believe in favor of the forbidden. It's also therapy.

Did you learn a lot in the war, right?
- Almost everything. Live almost always at war.

- You do not seem to care, right? he asked.
With a smile she turned to him.
- In the highest sense, Yes.
- So I understand. And what's wrong with you?
"I just know that they will die,' she thought, feeling streetlight sliding through the face. And feel it more than you, that's why that for you is just noise, I can hear and cry, and cry, and prayers, and rejoicing, and all that to you is a routine, for me, the gift and grace".

Helpless is the most terrible woman's weapon. Truly helpless women do not happen.

Love everyone's acting like schoolboys.

... I would have jumped to life as if she is my enemy or a lover, I'd enjoy it until I fell down... Is better than... - He interrupted himself. - However, maybe I wailed and crawled, begging fate for another hour, another day or another minute... did that in my eyes the people from whom I least expected. Nobody knows anything in advance.

You always have to be a bull. But I think you're the Matador.

- You need to get married.
- To whom?
- I do not know. But you're ripe for marriage.
- For you?
No, not for me. I'm too nice to you.

She was drinking a bottle of Calvados in the day. All predicted her early death. But she is still alive. And the prophets died long ago.

I feel like you're in these three months was, at least, five years older - so you've changed. You become five years prettier. And ten years more dangerous.

I can't imagine you in that role.
Me too, but I never imagined, and then well everyone was doing.