Character: Celine

You say you are not in the mood for insignificant wisdom. But insignificant wisdom is the only thing that makes the difference between something special and a huge pile of rubbish floating through the universe.

I remember as a teenager I went to Warsaw. Then there was still a strict Communist regime, which I did not approve. And yet there was something special. In a few weeks I felt... that something in me has changed. The city was gray and gloomy, but my mind was thus purified. I wrote in my diary about what had not thought. It took me a while to figure out where these conflicting ideas. And one day, passing through the Jewish cemetery, I realized that I forgot all about their old habits. The TV was in a language I did not buy anything, I didn't understand. So I just walked around the city and wrote. My brain rested, he was free from the consuming frenzy. I was in harmony with itself. No strange desire to be somewhere else, to shop. First was the boredom, but soon it was replaced by peace.

It's just that sometimes I feel I don't have time to do whatever you want. I want to paint more, every day to play guitar, to learn Chinese. I want to write a lot of songs. I'll definitely die before you do half.

No, everything was fine. Until I read your fucking book! I have from the colon wrapped. She reminded me how sincere and romantic I was, how many hopes fed... And now... I don't believe anything about love; I don't feel anything anymore. Apparently... All my romance I put into that night, and never never felt. If this night is all took from me and... I expressed, has revealed to you, and you took it with you. I feel cold, like love is not for me.

- Tell me what infuriates you. Truly exasperated.
- Angry. God, I fucking hate it.
- Well, listing a few examples.
Okay... I Hate it when strange men on the street ask me to smile, you know, to make their sad lives better. What else? I hate that 300 kilometers from here there is a war, people die and nobody knows what to do. Or all just do not care, do not know. I hate that the media try to control our minds.
Media?
- Yes, the media. You know, it is done so deftly, barely noticeable, but it is a new form of fascism. I hate it when I'm abroad, for example, in America there's worse, now every time I wear black or lose my temper, or even say anything about anything - they always go, "Oh, it's so French, aww". BUE! Hate. Just can't stand, seriously.

I could never forget someone who was. Because each person... you know, with its own peculiarities and distinctive features. Never someone to simply replace. What is lost something is lost. Any relationship that is ending, just kill me. I may never fully recover. Why I'm so cautious with relationships... it's All so painful!
I miss the most everyday in person. I'm generally obsessed with detail. Maybe I'm crazy... When I was little, my mom made me the remark that I'm always late to school. And one day she followed me to see why... And so... I watched from the trees drop chestnuts, then rolling along the sidewalks.... or like ants crawling across the street... or some shadow swings the leaf on the tree trunk. Trivia.
I think it's the same with people. I find them to be details, so special in each; that is what I'll miss... and miss. It is impossible to replace anybody, because each consists of a wonderful, unique dashes.

To love someone and be loved means a lot to me. But isn't everything we do in life - not in order to be loved a little bit stronger?

- I told you so many personal things about my first sexual feelings.
Yeah, I know, but sexy... it's two completely different issues, you know, about the sexual feelings I could answer easily, without any problems, but love... what if I ask you about love?
- I'd be lying.
- Well, you'd be lying.
- I have invented a great tale.
- Well, you know, love is a complicated topic. I told the women that love them, I wasn't lying, but was it totally unselfish love, was she beautiful? I don't think.

If your parents ever anything you don't contradict and support, it's hard to complain about life. Even when they are wrong.

They were all the wrong people, everything, but what it means that man is the love of your life?

Memory is a wonderful thing if you are not dealing with the past.

If there is magic in the world, it's not you or me, and between us... in an attempt to understand each other and feel...