Character: Lillian Dunkerque. Page 1

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

- In every sip of wine there is a drop of your blood from the very heart.

“Now I’m hungry too, but I’m determined.

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

French is quite easy to use. It is easy to move from "you" to "you" and vice versa, there is nothing vicious in this, it is like a game.

- Why, exactly, can't you stand it?
- Maybe it's because I used to be like him.

We understand each other too well. You understand me too well, and I understand you, and this is our trouble.

The pain of losing a dear person becomes more tolerant when you know that the little time you have left.

The opposite of love is death and love is bitter magical dope that helps us temporarily forget about dying. This is why anyone who knows anything about death knows something about love.

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".

Only a woman can know, how much comfort are able to give a tiny hat.

After all, what you can hear, if you know how to really keep quiet.

- It's amazing, ' said Lillian. - How many people know where I live better than I do.