Character: Joan Madou

Happiness starts with you and you will end. It's so simple.

There is no return for anyone. Nowhere.

My God, our whole damn life had so little frivolity! War, famine - there were plenty. And coups, and inflation... But the confidence, serenity, peace, and free time we have never had.

- Do you drink so much! Why do you have so much to drink?
- Joan, said Ravic. - The day will come and you will say "Too much". "You drink too much", you said, sincerely wishing me well. In fact, she is not aware of, you will want to cut me all the way to a certain region, not subordinate to you.

Love is riddled through me, I think I can look inside yourself. I love you so much, and my heart swept like a woman under the gaze of men in a wheat field. My heart would have sprawled now on the ground in the meadow. I would have sprawled, so I would go. It was crazy. It loves you.

I'd like to think that we have children and the Park, and you have the future that I've abandoned the brilliant career that after 20 years we still love and jealous of each other, and I'm still beautiful and I can't sleep at night if there is no you.

I love you and I'll love you until you stop breathing. I know. You're my horizon and all my thoughts converge to you. Let it be anything - everything is always locked on you.

- And can you enjoy one?
- No. To do this, always need someone else.

Are you kidding me. I know that, but I don't care. I feel I live again, and feel it with all my being... I breathe not, like breathing, my sleep is not the same that before my fingers again became sensitive, and my hands are not empty, and I don't care what you all think and what to say... And I'm happy... I can safely tell you this, even if you're going to laugh and mock me.

I'm nothing if I'm alone. I am nothing without you.

- What do you take me, Joan? he said. - Better look out the window, the sky completely - the crimson, gold and blue... Does the sun asked what was the weather yesterday? Whether the war in China or Spain? How many thousands of people were born and died in this minute? The sun rises - and that's it. And you want me to ask! Your shoulders as bronze, under its rays, and I still have about something you ask? In the red light of dawn your eyes as the sea of the ancient Greeks, violet and vinovenue, and I should be interested in God knows what? You're with me, and I, like a fool, have to rake up the dead leaves of the past? What do you take me, Joan?
She wiped her tears.
A long time ago I have not heard such words.
- So you were no longer surrounded by people, and idols.

Quite often I really like to see someone at least spoke to me! Just would not feel an empty place, walking machine! If only you looked in someone's eyes - eyes, not stones! Just not to rush through the city, as outcasts, as if you were on a foreign planet!

It is a pity to waste time on sleep. After all, when you sleep, life goes.

I need to get me admired! Want me swoon! So no I could not live! And you can do it!