Character: Joaquin Phoenix

If you saw even one girl in the nude, consider, you saw them all! It all depends on the feelings for the lady who appears before you.

One day, looking around, you will understand that you have become different. And all the doors that were open to you before are now tightly closed.

- I have changed, - looking at my reflection, I stated. - Of course, I have the same eye color and the shape of my eyebrows, but inside I am different. It's like...
- Got to its core? Eric suggested, buttoning up his body armor.
- Nope... Yes... For many years, despite parties and sex, life was colorless, boring and bland. Dead. Elementary activities, which are enjoyed by almost all people, did not give me pleasure. I was thirsty, looking for something else, feeling that all my actions were dead. Empty. But something changed the night I decided to get involved in the crime and organize an escape. Quasi...
- Did the long-awaited butterfly finally appear from the pupae? - My friend finished for me. - I guess you've really become different. You've even changed outwardly. Gone is that sweet tenderness from your image, the look has become tougher. A romantic guy hovering in his vanilla clouds, where I think he was carefully hiding, has sunk into oblivion. Inflorescences crumbled to the ground, fruits appeared. Just do not hope that many will like them: many people love something sweet, and you are definitely not one of them. So... look for bitter lovers... or sour.

women…. It is the same with the profession. Yes, there are sad artists, there are merry ones. For a good artist, his mood plays a small part, because he must be able to convey what he is looking at, as if it were something to advertise itself. The artist becomes impassive, he is like a lens, like the retina of the eye, receiving light and reproducing a picture. At the moment of writing a portrait or painting, you abstract from everything. There is only your muse or landscape, depending on what you write, and there is also your feeling that this person or object revived in your soul. What you see makes your mood. If the opposite happens, then this dissonance is caught on an intuitive level. You look, the technique is perfect, the colors are well chosen, but not that. Something wrong.

Each of us shows our essence at some point. When the petals fall, with which we hide at the sight of a new face, we remain ourselves. Such as they are.

Mental and physical pain pushes us to the most insane and ridiculous actions. In an effort to get rid of this pain, from this burden, we are ready to go to great lengths, to believe in anything, even in the most meaningless things. But sometimes it gets late. And no note or prayer can change anything. It was then, gradually, that a person, just like an avalanche, slides into his personal madness.

Those who, in one way or another, communicate with you more than once in their entire life, carry information and impressions about you as a person. To stay at an acceptable level, you need to remember this and do everything so as not to fall in the eyes of others. It is easy to crash, but to rise in the eyes of those who saw your devastating fall is a difficult and sometimes impossible task.

With girls, you can never be sure of anything for sure.

Parachuting is just like sex - a long foreplay and a moment's pleasure.

Regardless of whether something colossal happens in life or not, the day is followed by the night, and it, in turn, is replaced by the morning. This wheel has been spinning for more than two thousand years and, as long as we are all in its power, we are forced to obey the established rules. Whether you like it or not, like it or not.

We recognize our acquaintances immediately, their voices use some kind of memory center, and thanks to this we recognize our own.

You can think up anything you want, but this is often not the true state of affairs.

Life is too short to spend time at work you hate.

Where there is life, there will be people, and with them comes everything else.