Character: Charles Ryder

- I act only as God directs.
- Rubbish. God's your best invention. Whatever you want, he does.
- I did so, as the Lord commands.
- Shit, God is your best invention. Whatever you want, he takes.

... you can sympathize with each other, vchuzhe interested in even how was our life, and regret that fate threw us, knowing that if only one morning to pick up the phone, and your voice will sound at the head of another, as if opening the door and entering with the sun and orange juice, and yet, never do this step, obeying the centripetal force of our individual worlds and the cold space between us.

- You're fond of wine?
- Yes, very.
- I wish I were. It's such a bond with other men.
- Do you love wine?
- Yes, very.
I'm sorry that I don't like. So it brings people together.

- You got someone special waiting for you?
- Me? No. I've loved and lost for more than one lifetime.
- Are you looking for something special?
- No. I have loved and lost - more than enough for one lifetime.

- Well, you're so mysterious about her.
- I hoped I was mysterious about everything.
You're so mysterious about them.
I was hoping that mysterious about everything.

A camera is a mechanical device which records a moment in time, but not what the moment means or the emotions that it evokes. Whereas a painting, however imperfect it may be, is an expression of feeling. An expression of love. Not just a copy of something...
The camera is a mechanical device that records moments in time, but not what they mean, and the emotions that they evoke. Whereas a painting, however imperfect, was not the expression of feelings. The expression of love. Not just a copy of something...