Are we not all just mice trotting along the path of faith? Are we not all prisoners of our symbols that we consider universal?Nobody sees the same.
Deep down they hate you. Maybe not so much for the beauty you create, but all the more for the inevitable, ugly darkness that slaps them in the face.
She killed me with her kindness.
Bucharest is dead. Well at least sector 2 is. Nobody on the streets. Give or take a few working girls and your regular dealer and homeless.
It’s great to pretend to be a gentleman. It gives me the opportunity to check out your ass.
It’s about time I reinvent my destiny, with a wicked sense of humor, erasing the habit of worry.
I am like fog between all these black holes in my memory.
“Listen, you being so damn proud of being an assistant manager is exactly the reason why you’re still just an assistant manager. Learn from it. Or… Read more “Yes, I Will Help You”
“I guess if you can’t be the first one, you better be the last one.”