Character: Virginia Abrams

I can't believe that in a few hours, I'm not going to hide in the bushes to smoke a cigarette, says Andrea.
- Why do you smoke? After all, in your position Smoking brings more harm than healthy people.
- Smoking is the only thing that connects me with healthy people. - Making a short pause, Andrea continues: - Promise me that when my hands stop moving, you bring me a lighter.
- I promise. This is the strangest promise in my entire life.

Imagine that you saw in the distance a little puppy. He seems so harmless and sweet. And then you go to that the puppy, extend hands to him but suddenly it turns out that this is not a tiny puppy, a huge dog, which, seeing you, leaps at you and sinks his sharp fangs into your body.
That's what I love. What at first seems harmless and pleasant, but then soon, when you least expect it, causing you severe pain. No, I have not ceased to believe in love, I'm just afraid of her.

I'm not one of those people who can openly talk about what is in their hearts. I will quietly suffer, to endure, to finish the thought, but no one will share their pain.

- Love is not a diagnosis.
- Yes, but suffer no less.

The walls of my room were my protection from the outside world, which I instinctively hated.