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Always lose from too intimate contact with women and friends; and sometimes lose the jewel of her life.

And what do you say, physics? The cooling of relations between people, as a consequence of friction between them.

Women are sadistic; they tortured us with anguish that we caused.

When people don't agree on, they disagree over trifles.

It should not be too often to visit his friend, so he doesn't have enough of you and hate you.

I know what it is when you leave. Week dies, the week was just painful, and then begin to forget, and then think that nothing happened, that was not with you, and you spit on everything. And I say to myself: Dingo, it's life, so it is arranged. That's how this stupid life. As if he lost something forever.

I do not want bold gestures,
Comfort or prestige,
And sincere relations
Let vulnerable, but closer.

To be loved - you have to be good every day. To hated - strain is not necessary at all.

Communication with the girls is a pleasure only in those cases when achieved through overcoming obstacles...

...never, never again you'll never be funny in the eyes of women if you do something for her. Let it be even the most stupid farce. Do what you want, wait on the head, carry it nonsense, brag like a peacock, sing under her window. Don't do only one thing - don't be on with her business, reasonable.

The strange thing about such a short acquaintance. Usually they happen on the road, but at times are waiting for us in his hometown. We meet someone, talking, eating and drinking, sometimes fighting, sometimes having sex, and parted forever. But casual drinking buddy with whom you first became friends, and then told each other things, and bored, a young conductor with whom you share a bed under the clatter of wheels, and, in a more prosaic version, Katusha you in a few hours the taxi driver - they all shards failed destiny.
With boon companion you have quarreled so much that he stabbed you. Or did you find him.
Girl the conductor gave you AIDS. Or was a faithful and loving wife.
The taxi driver was so fascinated by the conversation that drove into the pole. Or stuck in traffic, where you do not have time, received a reprimand from his superiors, had to change jobs, to go to another country, there to meet another woman break others family and quit his...
Every meeting has a tiny peephole into a world where you could live. And zealous officer Sasha, and provincial driver that at night the wife cheating, it's your own failed destiny. To me they are interesting.
Especially when I learned how easily erased from our lives and our destiny.

The roles are reversed. One does not exist without the other. No one can humiliate until humbled himself.

- It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care.
- Yes? - I ask.
- What do you care? What do you like?
Nothing. I don't like anything I say.
- Have I ever what anything meant to you, Clay?
I say nothing, again, look at the menu.
- I someday something meant to you? again she asks.
- I don't want someone to me meant something. It worse, one more concern. When did not care about the pain.

I knew that it just pointless to drag on lusting with his hands, like trying to scoop up the sunset in a kitchen bucket.