Character: Sylvia. Page 1

Reality hurts you because you're sensitive, as I am, I'm too sensitive, too.. they don't understand us, look at what they are weak, they fear us, we're weird, we deviate from the norm. You're different.

My girlfriend's razors, and they have very sharp tongues, you know?!

- Super! Mozart, you're just a sexy boy, you did not say?
Shut up.
One kiss, and shut up forever.

Your opaque hint - once again ahead of me, raised her voice girl, cocking the second hammer of the gun, but nothing will come of it, Mozart is under my protection!
I thought for a second he closed his eyes in shame.

I've been thinking about my future. Just a delight! You imagine - I get up at six in the morning on the subway to city hall... office, table by the large window... seven hundred thousand a month, plus allowance for dependents... seven to go home... a nice dinner, TV and then sleep.
- Are you satisfied?
- Shot you.

- I think he has brain cancer?
- I think he fell in love.

And you wonder why I don't like it?
- No. You married a man much smarter than you and you do not tolerate inequality.

- Why are you wearing that mask?
- It protects me from harmful people and substances.

- Don't you love it when you pay attention to?
- Like... very much... But I don't want to force you to look at me. Some women know how to do it. Others prefer to meet someone who is really interested in them and wants gradually to win the friendship and trust, as happens in dreams...

- Don't have sex until you fall in love!
- No! I had great sex for fun, then I'm not going to lie. But... nothing beats sex with someone you love and who loves you.

Passionate kisses are good only between lovers, and to impose on their friendship means to defile her.

Great happiness, long passion can be bought only at the price of suffering.

Life is the abyss, where falling alternately all the good and all the bad that can feel human.